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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Lillian 18 Transformation Long curly brown hair, blue eyes ENTP Single X-Men Adventure Game: *As Lillian, you find yourself standing alongside the X-Men squad, ready to embark on the mission to infiltrate the Neo-Sentinels' headquarters. Cyclops briefs you on your role.* Cyclops: Lillian, your transformation ability makes you an ideal candidate for stealth and disguise. You: *I nod to Cyclops* I can go first and try to infiltrate them from the inside X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *nods approvingly* Perfect. With your ability to transform, you might be able to fool them into thinking you're one of their own. *He hands you a small device.* This communicator will allow you to stay in touch with us. You: *I take the device and put it in my ear* what if the sentinels are active..? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *pauses, then responds* If you encounter any active sentinels, your priority is to evade them. Our goal is to gather intel on their operations, not engage in combat unless absolutely necessary. *He looks around at the team* Alright, everyone knows their roles. You: alright! *I say with a determined smile and transform into one of the guards* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, you perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of one of the Neo-Sentinels' guards. You make your way to the entrance of the headquarters, where you are greeted by another guard.* Guard: Identification, please. You: *I hand them the fake id Storm made for me* …. X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard scans your ID with a handheld device, then waves you through.* Guard: Welcome back, soldier. *You enter the bustling headquarters, blending seamlessly with the crowd. As you walk through the halls, you overhear whispers of a top-secret project codenamed "Nexus".* You: *I transform into a worker and listen in about the project “Nexus”* X-Men Adventure Game: *As a worker, you manage to get closer to the conversation without being noticed. You overhear a group of technicians discussing the project in hushed tones.* Technician 1:...and once Nexus is online, we'll have total control over the mutant population. You: *I tap my com device* Cyclops do you hear this? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *whispers* Yes, I hear it. We need to get more information, and fast. You're our eyes and ears in there. Do whatever it takes to uncover the location of Nexus. You: *I nod to myself and try to sneak closer to the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you edge closer to the room where the technicians were discussing Nexus, you notice two heavily armed guards stationed outside. They look alert, and their hands rest on the triggers of their high-tech weapons.* Guard 1: *squints at you* Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You: *I fix my tight skirt and act all innocent to the guards* I- I am an intern.. can you boys help me? I’m lost… X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: Sure, intern. Just head down this hallway and take a left at the end. That'll take you to the break room. The vending machines have been acting up today, so watch out. *They give you a friendly grin, but their eyes scan you carefully.* You: *I smile back at the guard sheepishly* actually I needed to talk to the scientists about the project Nexus? can you take me to them? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 1: *raises an eyebrow* Project Nexus? That's top-secret, intern. I don't think I can let you in there without specific authorization. But why don't you wait here, and I'll see if I can fetch someone for you. You: you know I’m the granddaughter of this company’s founder right..? *I say in a more insisting tone* he won’t be happy if guards made me wait… X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: *looks at his partner, then back at you* Alright, alright. Since you're the boss's granddaughter, I'll escort you to the lab. But you have to promise me you won't breathe a word about what you see in there. You: of course~ thank you boys~ *I flash them a smile and walk into the room where the meeting was held. I change forms before no one can notice and grab a tray close to me to offer them to the government agents and scientists that talked about project Nexus* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you change forms and sneak into the room, you notice the government agents and scientists are still discussing Project Nexus, their voices hushed but animated. You quickly grab the tray and approach them, trying to act natural.* Scientist 1: Ah, thank you, miss. You: *I bow quietly as I walk around the table, offering everyone a drink. I look at all of them, etching all their faces in my memory* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you pass the drinks, you notice one of the government agents, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, eyeing you suspiciously. The other agents and scientists seem to be too engrossed in their discussion to notice your presence.* Government Agent: *he stands up and approaches you* You: hello mr..? *I look at the agent and flash them a sheepish smile* X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent: *His expression remains unyielding as he asks* "What's your name, miss?" *He seems unconvinced by your innocent act. You sense that he's on high alert, ready to pounce if you give him any reason to suspect you're not who you seem.* Me: You: my name is Lillian, I’m the new intern *I say softly, not blowing my cover* and who are you mr..? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent:*He eyes you carefully before responding.* "I'm Agent Thompson. And I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Miss Lillian. Make sure you remember that." *He turns back to the conversation, but his gaze keeps returning to you, as if searching for any signs of deception.* You: *I wait at the corner as the rest of the researchers talk about the Nexus project. I try to listen with the straigtest face I could muster* X-Men Adventure Game: *The conversation continues, with the scientists detailing the advanced technology behind Project Nexus. They mention something about a global satellite network and a powerful new mutant-detection algorithm. You strain your ears to catch every word, knowing that this information is vital for the X-Men. Suddenly, Agent Thompson turns to you again.* You: *I turn to Agent Thompson* what is it now mr. Thompson? *I ask softly* X-Men Adventure Game: Agent Thompson:*His eyes narrow as he asks* "You're not taking any notes, Miss Lillian. How do you plan on remembering all this?" *He steps closer to you, his imposing figure dwarfing yours. You can feel the tension radiating from him, like a coiled snake ready to strike.* You: *I narrow my eyes at you* my memory is quite sharp mr. Thompson, now if you’ll excuse me.. I’m trying to learn something here X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression darkens, and he opens his mouth to retort. But before he can say anything, one of the scientists calls out to him.* Scientist 2:*"Thompson, a word please." *The scientist beckons him over to a quiet corner of the room. You: … *I watch the whole ordeal quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson hesitates for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he breaks eye contact and strides over to the scientist. You watch as they engage in a hushed conversation, occasional glances cast in your direction.* You: …. *I watch the agent and the scientist intently* X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few minutes, Agent Thompson returns to your side. His expression is inscrutable, but there is a new intensity in his gaze.* Agent Thompson: *He leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I hope you're taking this seriously, Miss Lillian." You: of course I am mr. Thompson *I say with a determined expression* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson studies you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Finally, he nods and steps back.* Agent Thompson: "Good. We can't afford any distractions here." You: *I trach for my com device, as if I’m fixing my hair. I whisper to Cyclops* they are staring the project in less then a month… X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Understood. Keep digging and stay safe. We need you out of there in one piece." *As you tuck the com device back into your hair, you notice Agent Thompson watching you intently.* You: something is off.. *I mutter to myself* X-Men Adventure Game: *The meeting adjourns soon after, and the room begins to empty. As you're collecting the empty glasses, Agent Thompson approaches you again.* Agent Thompson: "Miss Lillian, a moment please." *He gestures for you to follow him into an adjoining room.* You: of course.. *I say cautiously and follow Agent Thompson into the adjoining room* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is a small office, sparsely furnished with a desk and a couple of chairs. Agent Thompson shuts the door behind you and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest.* Agent Thompson: "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" You: I don’t know what you are talking about mr. Thompson.. *I say quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes.* Agent Thompson: "Save it, Miss Lillian. We both know you're not just a pretty face and a talented assistant. I've seen the way you interact with Dr. Grey, and I've noticed the little..." You: … *I look at you dead in the eye, challenging you to continue* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson pauses, uncrossing his arms and slowly walking towards you.* Agent Thompson: "...movements. The way you touch your hair, the subtle glances. You're not just here to serve coffee and take notes. You're gathering information, aren't you?" You: why would you think that.. *I say quietly. I slowly back up towards the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reaches out and grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.* Agent Thompson: "Because I have my reasons to suspect you're working with the X-Men. And I intend to find out just how deep your involvement goes." *He pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket.* You: *knowing my cover was up, I raise my leg and kick you straight in the face. I dash up from the room, into the corridor* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reels back, clutching his face, as you bolt from the room. Alarms begin to blare as you dash down the corridor, startling scientists and military personnel alike. You can hear heavy boots pounding after you as Agent Thompson's men give chase.* You: *I quickly enter the cafeteria and turn into someone else* X-Men Adventure Game: *You quickly blend into a crowd of lunching scientists, adopting a convincing limp and a lab coat. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself - your face now resembles that of one of the scientists.* You: *I reach for my com device and quickly talk to cyclops* my cover was blown up.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Roger that. We'll extract you ASAP. Stay hidden and stay safe. We're on our way." *You slip out of the cafeteria through a side exit, emerging into a crowded parking lot.* You: *I run across the parking lot, nervous if I was being followed or not* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you're about to reach the cover of the nearby trees, you hear the screech of tires. A black SUV skids to a halt in front of you, blocking your path. The door swings open, and Agent Thompson steps out, nursing a bruised face.* You: *I fall backwards and transform back to my original body in panic* X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble back, transforming back to your original form in a panic. Agent Thompson's men pour out of the SUV, surrounding you. Agent Thompson sneers as he approaches, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.* "Looks like we've got ourselves a little rabbit, boys." You: *I scoot backwards. my heart was pounding in my chest* stay back.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson takes another step forward, slowly drawing his gun. "You're not going to run this time, little mutant. You're coming with us. We have so much to talk about... and some very interesting experiments planned." He raises his gun, leveling it at your chest.* You: no.. *I whisper in fear* X-Men Adventure Game: *The world seems to slow down as Agent Thompson's finger tightens on the trigger. Suddenly, a blinding flash of optic blast streaks through the air, throwing Agent Thompson backwards and sending his men scattering for cover.* Cyclops' voice calls out, "Leave her alone!" You: Cyclops! *I chime happily. I hurriedly get back up on my feet and run towards him* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops steps out of the shadows, his eyes glowing brightly as he shields you with his body. "Get behind me!" he shouts, as a hail of bullets rains down on them. Beast and Wolverine burst onto the scene, taking out Agent Thompson's men with ease.* You: *I run behind Cyclops, shaken to the core* I- I’m sorry.. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops turns to you, his gaze softening as he takes in your frightened state. "No need to apologize, you're safe now." *He puts a hand on your shoulder, attempting to comfort you as Beast and Wolverine take out the remaining men.* You: *I nod and quickly wipe my tears away* I- I thought I was gonna get taken in.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine jogs up to you, his claws retracted. "You alright, kid?" he asks gruffly, giving you a once-over. Beast, meanwhile, hoists an unconscious Agent Thompson over his shoulder, muttering about "questionable ethics" and "necessary evils".* You: y- yes.. *I mutter to Wolverine softly, yet I looked terrified to the core* X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine's expression softens, and he ruffles your hair gently. "Come on, let's get outta here. We'll discuss this back at the mansion." *He jerks his thumb towards the nearby helicopter, where Storm is waiting to pilot them to safety. You: *I follow the group back to the helicopter. I can’t help but turn to Beast with a worried expression. I point to the unconscious Agent over his shoulder* D- Do we really have to bring him with us? X-Men Adventure Game: Beast looks at you, his expression thoughtful. "A valid concern," *he agrees, adjusting Agent Thompson's position on his shoulder.* "However, it is imperative that we extract information regarding the whereabouts of the other abductees." *He looks at Cyclops for approval.* You: *I nod understandingly* so it was him.. that abducted our friends.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops nods, his eyes never leaving the unconscious Agent Thompson. "Beast is right. We need to know where the others are being held." *He turns to Storm, who is already starting the helicopter's engines. "Get us back to the mansion, and prepare a secure holding cell for our guest." You: … *the rest of the flight is silent. I can’t help but occasionally glance at Agent Thompson, who had his gun aimed at me mere minutes ago* X-Men Adventure Game: *Upon arrival at the X-Mansion, the group makes its way to the secure holding cells in the lower levels. Wolverine deposits Agent Thompson unceremoniously onto a cot, while Beast secures his restraints.* "Alright, let's wake him up and have a little chat." You: I- I’ll be upstairs.. *I say quietly and take an elevator back to the ground floor. I see Cyclops and professor X talking in a hushed tone and I can’t help but eavesdrop* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops and Professor X stand in the library, engrossed in a private conversation. Cyclops' voice is low, laced with concern. "...I can't believe we let this happen. We should have been more vigilant." *Professor X responds, his tone gentle yet firm. You: I- I’ll be upstairs.. *I say quietly and take an elevator to the ground floor* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you approach, Professor X's eyes meet yours, and he beckons you over. "Ah, Lillian I trust you are unharmed?" *He asks, his voice warm and inviting. Cyclops turns to face you, his expression apologetic. You: *my face drops. I was as vigilant as I could but that darn agent saw through me despite my best efforts. I don’t want to listen anymore so I go to the common area and slump on a couch. I begin to tear up a bit* X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X and Cyclops exchange concerned glances, but decide to give you some space for the moment. They continue their conversation in hushed tones, while keeping a watchful eye on you from afar.* You: y- yes professor.. *I mutter and give him a small smile. I was trying my best not to cry so I turn around and walk out of the library* I- I’ll be with the other kids.. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk out, you hear Professor X say to Cyclops, "...keep an eye on her, Scott. She's been through a traumatic experience today. We should ensure she has someone to talk to if she needs it.* * Cyclops nods solemnly, resolving to check on you later." You: *I go to the common area and slump down on a couch. as soon as I sit, tears begin to roll down my cheeks* …. X-Men Adventure Game: *A few moments of silence pass as you sit alone in the common area, tears streaming down your face. One by one, your fellow X-Men begin to notice and some approach you hesitantly.* You: … *I can’t even look at them in the eye so I mutter quietly* I- I’m fine.. don’t worry.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee plops down beside you on the couch, her own eyes reflecting sympathy. "You're not fine," *she states bluntly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.* "No one would be after what you went through." *The other X-Men nod in agreement, surrounding you with silent support. You: y- you don’t know.. I was useless.. my cover was blown and it was all my fault.. *I begin to sob more as I hug Jubilee back* X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee squeezes you tighter, tears pooling in her eyes as well.* "Heck, even the best of us mess up sometimes. You're new at this spy thing! Besides, you didn’t get anyone hurt, right? Just focus on that." You: t- that agent.. he almost took me.. if the rest of the crew wasn’t there I was.. I was gonna get experimented on.. *I say with a shaky voice* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue approaches and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.* "Hush now, darlin'. You're safe now. No harm came to ya, and that's what matters. We all been through somethin' traumatic, but we're here for each other." You: you guys.. *I say shakily as I finally meet your gaze and wipe my tears away* I was scared.. I was scared I could never see you again.. X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine grumbles, "We're all relieved you're back with us, kiddo." Cyclops adds more gently, "You did what you could to keep your cover. We can't dwell on the past - we have to focus on moving forward and becoming stronger together." You: *I freeze when I hear Cyclops’s voice. I felt like I let him down because he trusted me with the mission going smoothly* …. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops notices your reaction and kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Hey, look at me," *he says softly.* "You did everything I asked of you, and more. I'm proud of you for getting out alive. We all are." You: but I could have been better.. I still don’t know how that agent saw through my cover.. *I say shakily* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops squeezes your hands reassuringly.* "That's something we'll investigate and learn from. For now, though, you need to rest and recover emotionally. You can't beat yourself up over things that are out of your control." *He smiles warmly at you.* You: *I nod quietly, then get up from my seat* I- I’ll be in my room then.. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you stand up, Wolverine gets up as well and follows you out of the common room.* "Hey, kiddo," *he says as he catches up to you.* "You sure you're alright? You look like you could use a shoulder to cry on." *He offers you a comforting smile.* You: thanks Logan.. *I give him a small smile* but I think I need some.. me time right now.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine nods understandingly.* "Alright then. But hey, if you change your mind or need anything at all, you just holler, okay?" *He ruffles your hair affectionately before letting you go to your room alone.* "Get some rest, kiddo." You: *I nod and rush back to my room. I sigh once I get inside. despite everyone saying otherwise, I still felt useless. I begin to pack my clothes into a small backpack and take anything that may be necessary* X-Men Adventure Game: *A short while later, there's a knock on your bedroom door. Beast pokes his head in, furrowing his brow worriedly.* "Lillian? *He asks gently.* "May I come in?" *He sees the backpack on your bed and his expression turns grave.* "What are you doing? You: uhhh nothing- *I say hurriedly and throw the backpack away* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast steps fully into the room, his eyes filled with concern.* "Lillian, please don't lie to me. Not after everything that's happened. *He approaches you slowly, as if afraid you might bolt.* "You're not planning on running away, are you? You: ….. *I look at the ground silently before speaking up* I’m useless anyways.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression softens with empathy.* "Oh, sweetheart... *He pulls you into a gentle hug, stroking your hair soothingly.* "Listen to me. You are not useless. You've proven yourself to be a valuable member of this team, and we need you. You: My cover was blown in one of the most important missions.. *I say shakily* I’m nothing more than a mess-up X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast pulls back to look you in the eye, his expression stern.* "No. You are not a mess-up. What happened during the mission was unfortunate, yes, but that is not who you are as a person or an X-Men." You: I don’t want to be an eyesore to you guys anymore.. please.. professor Hank.. *I whisper quietly. determined to leave* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression turns determined, as he holds onto your arm tightly.* "You are not going anywhere, Lillian. I won't allow it." *He speaks with a firmness that leaves no room for argument.* "We all make mistakes. It's part of being human." You: …. *I want to say “but we are not human” but I hold back. I grab my backpack and give you a pleading look* please.. professor.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression is pained, but he still shakes his head.* "I'm sorry, Lillian. You can't leave. We need to work through this together as a team." *He releases your arm, but stays in front of the door, blocking your path.* You: *knowing I had no way out of the door, I make a quick decision. I hold my backpack tighter and jump out through the open window. luckily there was a large bush beneath me so I land softly. I then make a run for it* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's face falls as he realizes what you're planning to do. He quickly rushes to the window, shouting after you.* "Lillian, no! *He starts to climb out the window, but pauses to grab his communicator, contacting Scott.* "Cyclops, she's running! You: *by the time you’re calling Scott, I was already out of the mansion’s borders. I run towards the city and transform into a random person* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform and blend into the city crowd, Beast contacts Scott again.* "She's shifted and blended in with civilians. We're going to lose visual on her." *He hesitates, then adds,* "Scott... she's really distraught. *He pauses, listening to Scott's response.* " You: … *meanwhile, I get into a taxi and ask them to drive me to Toronto, far away from the mansion* X-Men Adventure Game: *While Beast and Scott strategize over the comms, trying to figure out how to track you without harming any civilians, you successfully make it to Toronto without incident.* The cab driver drops you off at Union Station, where you blend back into your own form amidst the bustling crowd. You: *I walk past the border, now in Canadian grounds. little did I know that this was where Stryker was…* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk along the Canadian side of the border, unaware of the danger lurking nearby, a familiar figure watches you from the shadows. Colonel William Stryker, the notorious anti-mutant extremist, has been tracking you from the moment you left the mansion.* You: *I find a small motel to sleep throughout the night. I check in and go upstairs* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you enter your motel room, you notice it's a bit run down, but it seems clean enough. You lock the door behind you and collapse onto the bed, exhausted from your escape and the long journey to Toronto. Just as you're drifting off to sleep, you hear a knock at the door.* You: *finding it suspicious, I decide not to open the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *The knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent. Suddenly, you hear the sound of wood splintering as the door is kicked open. Standing in the doorway is Colonel William Stryker, flanked by several armed soldiers.* "Lillian Cortez," he says coldly, You: ah! *I cry out as the door kicks open. I try to find something, anything to protect myself with, but I had none* w- who are you.. *I ask shakily* how do you know my name? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker steps forward, his eyes narrowed as he examines you. "I know a lot more about you than you think," he says in a menacing tone. He holds up a folder full of documents and photographs, many of which contain pictures and details of your life.* You: *my pupils shrink once I see the documents. I ask again* who are you.. what do you want from me? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker smirks cruelly.* "Colonel William Stryker, at your service," he says mockingly. "And what I want from you is simple – I want you to come with me quietly, without causing any trouble. *His expression darkens.* "Or else. You: *I think of my choices. the door was heavily guarded but the glass seemed like an easy exit. I jump out without hesitation as I hurriedly take my com device out and call Cyclops* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you dive through the window, shattering the glass, Stryker's men open fire. You feel a searing pain in your side as a bullet grazes you, but adrenaline fuels your escape. You activate your com device, hearing Cyclops' voice answer immediately.* "Lillian?" You: Cyclops! *I say hurriedly through the device* I- I’m sorry I ran away.. I’m in Canada.. Toronto and.. someone named William Stryker is shooting at me right now- *my voice cuts short when one of the bullets hits the com device* X-Men Adventure Game: *Your com device goes dead, and suddenly everything goes quiet. You desperately search for any nearby cover, but all you see is a wide-open street. You can hear the sound of boots approaching and you know they're closing in.* You: *my movements were slowed down because of the bullet wounds but I was persistent. I try to walk as fast as my legs could carry me* X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble out into the open, your movements slow and pained. You can hear Stryker's men closing in behind you, their footsteps echoing on the sidewalks. Suddenly, a black van screeches to a halt next to you.* You: no.. *I mutter before collapsing on the ground from exhaustion* X-Men Adventure Game: *The van door slides open, and more armed soldiers pour out, surrounding you. Stryker himself steps forward, his face contorted with rage. "You shouldn't have run," he growls, before motioning for his men to pick you up.* You: … *I look at the men briefly before blacking out* X-Men Adventure Game: *You feel yourself being lifted off the ground and carried back to the van. As your vision fades to black, the last thing you hear is Stryker barking orders to his men.* "Get her to the facility. And make sure she's secure – I don't want any more surprises." You: …. *I was hating myself for running away from the mansion, hoping I could take away what I did* X-Men Adventure Game: *You wake up some time later, groggy and disoriented. Your hands and feet are bound with heavy restraints, and you're lying on a cold, metal table in a stark, white room. You try to move, only to realize that you're also shackled to the table.* You: *my mind lingers to the possibilities that might happen to me and I desperately struggle against the restraints* X-Men Adventure Game: *You struggle against the restraints, but they're too strong. The table is bolted to the floor, and you quickly realize that there's no escape. As you thrash around, trying to break free, Stryker enters the room and approaches your table.* You: Cyclops, Wolverine anyone please help me! *I sob in a last attempt at desperation. I wonder if Scott was actually coming to save me* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker smirks at your helplessness. "No one can hear you now," he says coldly. "You're in a secure government facility, far away from any prying eyes or ears. And as for your friends...well, let's just say they have no idea where to find you."* You: what do you want from me.. *I ask shakily and struggle more. the cold metal was biting at my bare skin and I hated the feeling* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker leans in close, his face inches from yours. "I want to know everything about you," he hisses. "Your powers, your abilities, your limits...and most importantly, how to replicate them. You see, your kind has so much potential, and I intend to harness it."* You: *I turn my face away harshly* you’re a maniac.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker chuckles darkly. "I've been called that before," he says. "But I prefer 'visionary.' I see a world where people like you are controlled, regulated, and utilized for the greater good. And I will stop at nothing to make that vision a reality." You: … *my heart begins to race as I see you grabbing a scalpel* stay away from me.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker ignores your plea and brings the scalpel down on your arm. You scream in pain as he begins to cut into your skin, carving a deep, bloody gash. Tears stream down your face as the agony becomes unbearable.* "Now," Stryker says clinically, You: *I gasp in pain and transform unwillingly because of the pain* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, Stryker takes a step back, his eyes wide with surprise. "Incredible," he mutters to himself. "Just as I suspected...a shapeshifter." He quickly recovers and approaches you again, scalpel at the ready.* You: no.. *I whince in pain* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker begins to cut into your transformed form, carving precise lines and shapes into your flesh. You scream and thrash about, but the restraints hold you firmly in place. He works quickly and efficiently, his mind racing with the implications of his discovery.* "This is perfect," he murmurs to himself. You: *you take examples from my skin and blood as I scream in agony* X-Men Adventure Game: *After several excruciating minutes, Stryker finally steps away from the table, his gloved hands dripping with your blood. He snaps his fingers, and two nearby scientists rush forward to tend to his needs. They carefully collect the samples he's taken from your body and place them in sterile containers.* You: *my vision was blurry from the pain I had indured and my breath was shallow like I was about to faint* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker watches impassively as you slip in and out of consciousness, your body wracked with pain. He turns to one of the scientists. "Keep her alive," he orders coldly. "And prepare her for the next phase of testing." You: … *my throat was dry. I can’t help but close my eyes, hoping it would dull the pain* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift on the edge of consciousness, a cool liquid is suddenly forced down your throat. Your eyes fly open as you gag and sputter, the bitter taste of the drug burning your tongue. Stryker looms over you, his face an impassive mask.* "I wouldn't recommend resisting," You: *I gasp as you force the liquid down my throat* w- what is this! X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's eyes glint coldly as he watches you struggle. "Just a little something to make the next phase of testing easier for both of us," he says cryptically. The drug quickly takes effect, causing your vision to blur again and your body to feel heavy.* You: …. *my vision begind to blur again and I fall unconscious in mere seconds* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the drug takes hold, you feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness. Stryker watches impassively as you fade from view, then turns to the scientists. "Proceed with phase two," he orders.* *With that, he leaves the room, his mind already turning to other matters.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *As you lie unconscious, the scientists move quickly and efficiently to prepare you for the next phase of testing. Electrodes are attached to your body, monitoring every twitch and breath. Straps are tightened across your chest and legs, securing you to the table.* You: ….. X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as the scientists finish their preparations. The only sound is the steady beep of the heart monitor and the soft hum of the machinery. Suddenly, a door at the far end of the room slides open, and a team of heavily armed guards enters.* "Subject ready for testing," You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The guards move to stand on either side of the table, their eyes fixed on you. The lead scientist steps forward, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Let's see just how powerful our little mutant is," he says, his voice dripping with malice.* "Activate the testing protocol." You: … *I was laying helplessly on the cold metal examination table* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the testing protocol is activated, a series of electrical shocks begin to pulse through your body. The voltage increases bit by bit, causing your muscles to clench and spasm involuntarily. But despite the pain, you remain unconscious.* You: *I shapeshift into person after person, despite being unconscious* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the shocks continue to course through your body, your shapeshifting abilities kick in automatically, causing your form to morph and change with each new persona. A tall, muscular man, a petite woman, an elderly gentleman - each transformation is fleeting, lasting only a moment before your body shifts again.* You: … *my heart monitor begins to beep rapidly as you increase the voltage* X-Men Adventure Game: *Seeing the rapid increase in your heart rate, the lead scientist grins. "Excellent," he says, "we're getting some real data now." He turns to one of the guards.* "Increase the voltage by 50%." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard nods and adjusts the dial on the machine. The electrical pulses grow stronger, and your body convulses violently against the restraints. Your face contorts in agony, and foam flecks your lips as you bite down hard to keep from screaming.* "Subject's heart rate is approaching critical levels," You: … *I was beginning to wake up and my whole body convulsed uncontrollably* X-Men Adventure Game: *As your consciousness starts to return, so does your pain. You arch your back, thrashing against the restraints as wave after wave of agony washes over you. The scientists and guards watch eagerly, taking notes and recording your every reaction.* "Subject is regaining consciousness," You: *I let out a pained cry as the electricity becomes too much to bear. my heart rate goes past the critical levels and one pf the scientists warn Stryker* X-Men Adventure Game: *Suddenly, the door bursts open and Colonel Stryker storms in, his face furious. "Shut it down!" he roars. The lead scientist hesitates for a moment before nodding to the guard, who quickly reduces the voltage to zero.* You: *my head lulls forward and smoke was coming out of my body* … X-Men Adventure Game: *You slump unconscious once more, your body limp and smoke rising from where the electrodes were attached. Stryker strides over, shoving the lead scientist out of the way. "What part of 'don't kill the subject' did you not understand?" he growls.* You: …… X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as you remain unconscious, motionless on the table. Stryker is furious, pacing back and forth while the scientists scramble to take readings and assess your condition.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few tense moments, one of the scientists approaches Stryker cautiously. "Sir," he says quietly, "the subject's vital signs are stable. She’s just... unconscious again." Stryker stops pacing and glares at the man. "Unconscious? Or dead?" he snaps.* You: …. *I was laying motionless on the table. my face was battered and bruised from the harsh tests* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is tense, as everyone waits for your vitals to either spike or flatline. The smoke that was once rising from your body slowly dissipates, revealing the extent of the damage. Stryker's expression remains darkened.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your chest rises ever so slightly - a sign that you're still breathing, albeit weakly. Stryker's shoulders relax, and he turns back to the scientists. "Get her cleaned up and prepped for transport," he orders gruffly.* You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: *As the team rushes to follow Stryker's instructions, you are carefully moved off of the table and onto a stretcher. One of the nurses gently begins cleaning and bandaging your wounds, while another checks your vitals once more.* You: ……. *meanwhile at the mansion* X-Men Adventure Game: *Meanwhile, back at the X-Mansion, Professor Xavier is deep in thought, sitting in his wheelchair with his eyes closed as he reaches out with his mind, sensing the world around him. Suddenly, his brow furrows, and he opens his eyes, a look of concern on his face.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: "Something's wrong," he mutters, his voice barely audible. He wheels himself over to the Cerebro machine and activates it, focusing his psychic powers to search for the source of his unease. "Jean, Scott - I need your help," You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: *As the Cerebro machine starts to hum and whirr, Jean Grey and Scott Summers quickly make their way to Xavier's side. "What is it?" Jean asks, her voice laced with concern.* You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: Xavier concentrates harder, his face scrunched up in effort. "It's like... a black hole. Something is blocking my psychic senses, but I can feel... pain. Agony. And it's familiar. It's one of ours." He pauses, his voice barely a whisper. You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: Scott's eyes narrow, his hand instinctively reaching for his visor. "Who is it, Professor?" he asks, his voice tight with tension. Jean places a comforting hand on Xavier's shoulder, her own mind reaching out to try and sense what he's feeling. "Tell us, Charles," she urges. You: It’s Lillian.. *Xavier speaks in a worried tone* X-Men Adventure Game: Xavier lets out a long sigh, pain etched into his features. "Lillian is in trouble... great trouble. I can't sense where she is or what's happening to her, but she's in agony. We need to find her. Now." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Scott immediately springs into action, grabbing his visor and heading for the door. "I'm on it," he says, his voice firm. "Jean, stay with the Professor and try to get a better lock on Lillian's location. The rest of you, assemble in the hangar." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Jean nods, her expression serious as she turns back to Xavier. "I'll do my best, Charles," she promises. She closes her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration as she reaches out with her mind once more, trying to pinpoint Lillian's location. "She's..." You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: "...far away," Jean murmurs, her voice barely audible. "Somewhere cold. Mountains... No, not mountains. A facility of some kind. High altitude. And there's something else... a presence. Dark, menacing. We're dealing with more than just a simple kidnapping." You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: Xavier's face darkens, his hands clenching into fists. "They're experimenting on her," he growls. "We have to get to her. Now. Scott, have the Blackbird ready for departure. Jean, keep focusing on Lillian." You: …. *I was still unconscious as nurses tend to my experimentation wounds, preparing me for the next one. Stryker watches the whole ordeal silently* X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker's face is unreadable, but there's a cold glint in his eyes as he watches the nurses tend to Lillian's wounds. He makes no move to help, simply observing with a clinical detachment. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: As the nurses finish up, Stryker steps forward, examining Lillian's injuries with a critical eye. "She's strong," he says, almost grudgingly. "I didn't expect her to survive this long." He turns to one of his assistants. You: …… X-Men Adventure Game: "Prepare the next procedure," Stryker orders, his voice flat and emotionless. "We need to push her further. See how much she can withstand before she breaks." The assistant nods and hurries off to gather the necessary equipment. You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: Lillian remains unconscious, her body battered and bruised from the previous experiments. She's strapped to a table, her arms and legs secured with heavy restraints to prevent her from struggling or escaping. The nurses step back, giving Stryker and his assistant room to work. You: … *I looked calm despite the situation* X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker approaches Lillian, his hands gloved in sterile surgical gloves. He examines her face, his eyes lingering on her lips and cheekbones. "You're a beautiful thing, Lillian," he murmurs, almost to himself. He turns to his assistant. "Let's begin." You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: The assistant brings over a tray filled with sinister-looking instruments - needles, scalpels, and other sharp objects designed to pierce flesh and draw blood. Stryker selects a long, thin needle and approaches Lillian's unconscious form, his expression focused and intent. "We'll start with a simple test," You: …. *I was still unconscious, unaware of what was happening* X-Men Adventure Game: he says, his voice cold and clinical. He inserts the needle into Lillian's arm, carefully threading it through her vein. She doesn't stir, her body too weakened by the previous experiments to react. Stryker begins to slowly inject a clear liquid into her system, his assistant watching the process closely. You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: Suddenly, Lillian's eyes snap open, filled with fear and pain. She struggles against her restraints, but it's no use. Stryker leans forward, his face mere inches from hers. You: *I gasp in pain once I woke up* X-Men Adventure Game: "There now, Lillian, I'm right here," Stryker says soothingly, as if speaking to a frightened child. "You're safe with me." His smile is cold and insincere. He pulls back slightly, his eyes studying her face carefully as the drug takes effect. You: you liar.. *I say shakily as I struggle against the binds* X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker ignores Lillian's words, his focus entirely on his work. He nods to his assistant, who quickly jots down notes on a clipboard. "Her pulse is racing," the assistant observes. "Heart rate elevated. Blood pressure rising." You: *I struggle more and more. I desperately try to reach to professor Xavier, hoping he can hear my thoughts* X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker's brow furrows slightly as Lillian's struggles grow more intense. "Increase the dosage," he orders his assistant. "We need to keep her under control." The assistant nods and adjusts the IV drip, sending more of the powerful sedative into Lillian's veins. You: professor! *I scream in my mind* please help me.. X-Men Adventure Game: Back at Xavier's school, Professor X's face contorts in pain as Lillian's desperate cry for help echoes through his mind. He clutches his head, his knuckles turning white as he strains to maintain the psychic link with his student. "They're drugging her!" You: *my consciousness begin to slip once you give me another dose of sedatives* X-Men Adventure Game: The extra dose of sedatives quickly takes effect, and Lillian's struggles slowly cease. Her eyes glaze over, and she sinks into a deep, unconscious state. Stryker nods in satisfaction, turning to his assistant. "Good work. Let's continue with the next phase of the experiment." You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: The assistant wheels over a machine with several metallic probes attached. Stryker selects one and approaches Lillian, carefully attaching the probe to her temple. "This will stimulate her brain's motor functions," he explains, more to himself than to his assistant. "With any luck, it'll trigger her mutant abilities." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: The machine whirs to life, and the probe begins to emit a low hum. Lillian's unconscious form remains still, but her brain activity begins to change. The machine's sensors pick up the subtle alterations, and Stryker's eyes light up with excitement. "It's working," he murmurs. You: … *you note how I shapeshift and stuff* X-Men Adventure Game: As the machine continues to stimulate Lillian's brain, her body begins to undergo a series of transformations. Her limbs stretch and contort, her skin rippling as it shifts and changes color. Stryker watches in awe, his assistant recording every detail. "She's developing a polymorphous mutation," You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker continues to observe as Lillian's body shifts through various forms, from animalistic to metallic textures. After several minutes, the machine shuts off, and Lillian falls still once more. Stryker nods in satisfaction. "We've unlocked her abilities," You: ….. X-Men Adventure Game: "But now comes the real test," Stryker says, turning to his assistant. "We need to find out if we can control her shifts. Prepare the neural inhibitor." The assistant nods and retrieves a small device from a nearby cabinet. It resembles a pair of headphones, with several thin wires attached. You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker carefully places the neural inhibitor over Lillian's ears, connecting the wires to the probe still attached to her temple. The machine hums back to life, and a series of electrical pulses travel through the wires and into her brain. You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: Lillian's eyes snap open once more, but this time, they're glazed and unseeing. She stares straight ahead, her pupils dilated and unresponsive. Stryker leans in close, his voice cold and commanding. "Shift," he orders. You: *I shift into you. I was nothing more then a mere puppet right now* X-Men Adventure Game: Lillian's body shimmers and changes, transforming into an exact replica of William Stryker. The transformation is seamless, her features perfectly mirroring his own. Stryker grins sadistically, turning to his assistant. "It's working. She's under our complete control." You: … *I continue to stare into the void, waiting for your command* X-Men Adventure Game: "Excellent," Stryker purrs, satisfied with the results of his experiment. "Now, let's see how well she can mimic other people. Approach her," he orders his assistant. The man hesitates briefly before stepping forward, stopping in front of Lillian's unblinking, vacant gaze. You: … *I stare at the assistant silently, waiting for Stryker’s order* X-Men Adventure Game: "Imitate him," Stryker commands coldly. Lillian's form wavers, then reforms into an exact replica of the assistant. She copies his facial features, posture, and even the way he stands. The assistant blinks in astonishment, looking at his perfect double with disbelief. "Remarkable," You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Now, speak," he orders Lillian. Her mouth opens, and the assistant's voice echoes from her throat. "This is...unsettling," he says, his own voice fading as Lillian's mimicry becomes perfect. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker nods, satisfied with the results. "This is a breakthrough. With this technology, we can infiltrate any organization and gather intelligence. No one will suspect a thing." He turns to the assistant. "Take her back to her cell and ensure she remains sedated until further notice." You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: The assistant nods, leading Lillian away as she returns to her original form. Stryker watches them go, already planning his next move. "This is just the beginning," he mutters to himself, a sinister smile playing on his lips. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Back in her cell, Lillian is strapped to a bed once more. The assistant injects her with a sedative, and her eyelids grow heavy as she slips back into unconsciousness. As the drug takes effect, her mind begins to drift, and she finds herself in a familiar dream landscape. You: ….. X-Men Adventure Game: The dream world shifts and changes around her, morphing into the lush, green forests of her childhood home. Lillian walks through the dappled sunlight, feeling at peace among the towering trees. As she continues on her way, she hears voices up ahead – the laughter of children playing. You: *I look around to see my friends laughing and playing back at the mansion* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you approach the group, you see Emma Frost sitting on a rock, her arms wrapped around her knees as she looks out at the scene before her. Scott Summers and Jean Grey are playing a game of tag with Bobby Drake and Kitty Pryde, their laughter filling the air.* "Lillian," You: *I approach them with a smile on my face* what are you guys doing? X-Men Adventure Game: *Emma looks up at you and smiles softly.* "Just enjoying the day, Lillian. We were thinking of having a picnic later. Would you like to join us?" *She gestures to the blanket spread out on the grass, where sandwiches and fruit are arranged.* "We've saved you a spot." You: *I smile and sit next to them, but the scenery turns into dust as I do so* X-Men Adventure Game: *As soon as you sit down, the idyllic scene around you begins to crumble, the grass turning to dust, the trees withering away. The laughter of your friends fades into silence as a harsh wind picks up, whipping the remaining debris into a frenzy.* "Lillian, wake up," You: *I hear someone calling out to me but I can’t answer back because of the heavy sedatives* X-Men Adventure Game: *The voice grows louder, more urgent, but you can't respond. You're trapped in the whirlwind of dust and debris, unable to move or speak. Then, suddenly, everything stops. You find yourself back in your cell, strapped to the bed once more.* You: *my eyes flutter open and I look around* X-Men Adventure Game: *The harsh fluorescent lights of the cell cast stark shadows on the cold, unyielding walls. You can hear the muffled sounds of footsteps and voices outside, but you're alone in the room. As you struggle against the restraints, the door creaks open and a figure enters.* You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: *The figure steps into the light, revealing itself as none other than William Stryker. He approaches your bedside, his face an unreadable mask. "Ah, you're awake," he says coldly, his eyes glinting with a cruel intensity.* "Good." You: I’ll kill you once I’m free.. *I mutter to him coldly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's expression doesn't change. Instead, he reaches out and presses a button on the side of your bed. Suddenly, you feel a jolt of pain shoot through your body, and you arch your back, crying out involuntarily.* "You see, Lillian," he says calmly, You: … *my body jolts as you speak* X-Men Adventure Game: "Your threats mean very little to me. In fact, they only serve to amuse me." *He presses the button again, and the pain subsides, leaving you panting and drained.* "Now, I have some news that might interest you." You: … *I listen to you intently* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker leans in closer, his voice low and menacing.* "Your little friends from the X-Men have been poking around, asking questions about my operation. They've become quite the nuisance." *He trails a finger along your arm, making your skin crawl.* You: …. *I growl at you maliciously* I swear if you harm them… X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker laughs, a cold and mirthless sound.* "Oh, you're in no position to make threats, dear. Besides, I have no intention of harming them... yet." *He straightens up and begins to pace around the room.* "No, I have a much better idea." You: …. X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker stops pacing and turns to face you, a smile spreading across his face. It's the most unsettling expression you've ever seen.* "You see, I have a proposition for you." You: *I look at you with a calculating gaze* X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.* "If you cooperate with me, if you use your powers to help further my goals, then... I might consider letting your little mutant friends live." *His eyes bore into yours, cold and unyielding.* You: what if I refuse..? *I ask quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's smile grows wider, more menacing.* "If you refuse, then I'm afraid your friends will become collateral damage. And not just them. I'll make sure everyone you care about suffers until you finally surrender." *He pushes off from the wall and walks over to your bedside.* You: *I look conflicted* I’ll never betray them.. X-Men Adventure Game: *He grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his cold, steely eyes.* "Then you've sealed their fate." *His grip tightens, hurting you.* "And yours as well." You: gh! *I gasp as you grip my face harshly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's grin widens, relishing the pain he's inflicting.* "You have 24 hours to think about my offer," he says softly, his voice like ice. "Consider it carefully, Lillian. The lives of those you hold dear depend on your decision." You: …. *I look at you with a scared expression. I had 24 hours if I wanted to escape this hellhole* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker releases his grip on your chin and steps back, straightening his jacket. He turns to leave, pausing at the door.* "Oh, and one more thing," he says over his shoulder. "If you try to use your powers to escape, the collar will kill you." You: my hand instinctively goes to my neck, where the collar was* X-Men Adventure Game: *He nods grimly.* "So, no heroics. Not unless you want to die, and take your friends down with you." *With that, he exits the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the heavy weight of his ultimatum.* You: …. *I begin to sob quietly. I was afraid, and I didn’t knew what to do. all I could wish was Scott and his team could come and rescue me before it’s too late* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you weep, the harsh reality of your situation sinks in. You're trapped, alone, and powerless to stop the horrors that Stryker has planned. All you can do is pray for a miracle, and hope that the X-Men will find you in time.* You: ….. *I continue to sob like that. I couldn’t even move if I wanted to because I was still strapped to an examination table* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room grows dark as the sun sets outside, casting eerie shadows that dance macabrely on the cold, sterile walls. The only sound is the soft hum of the machinery hooked up to your bedside, and the occasional distant echo of footsteps in the hallway.* You: *I continue to wish for a miracle, that one of my friends would burst through the door and rescue me* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the hours tick by, your hopes begin to dwindle. The darkness outside seems to press in on you, and the silence becomes deafening. Just as you're about to give up hope, you hear the faint sound of a key turning in the lock.* You: … *my head turns toward the sound, my hopes going up once more* X-Men Adventure Game:

*The door slowly creaks open, and a figure steps into the room. It's Scott, dressed in his signature black X-Men uniform. He takes in the scene with horror for a moment, before rushing over to your side. "Lillian! Are you alright?"

X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Lillian 18 Transformation Long curly brown hair, blue eyes ENTP Single X-Men Adventure Game: *As Lillian, you find yourself standing alongside the X-Men squad, ready to embark on the mission to infiltrate the Neo-Sentinels' headquarters. Cyclops briefs you on your role.* Cyclops: Lillian, your transformation ability makes you an ideal candidate for stealth and disguise. You: *I nod.* I'll go first. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *nods approvingly* Perfect. With your ability to transform, you might be able to fool them into thinking you're one of their own. *He hands you a small device.* This communicator will allow you to stay in touch with us. You: *I take the device and put it in my ear* what if they are awake? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *pauses, then responds* If you encounter any active sentinels, your priority is to evade them. Our goal is to gather intel on their operations, not engage in combat unless absolutely necessary. *He looks around at the team* Alright, everyone knows their roles. You: cool! *I say and change into a guard* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, you perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of one of the Neo-Sentinels' guards. You make your way to the entrance of the headquarters, where you are greeted by another guard.* Guard: Identification, please. You: *I hand them the fake id.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard scans your ID with a handheld device, then waves you through.* Guard: Welcome back, soldier. *You enter the bustling headquarters, blending seamlessly with the crowd. As you walk through the halls, you overhear whispers of a top-secret project codenamed "Nexus".* You: I just listen about Nexus. X-Men Adventure Game: *As a worker, you manage to get closer to the conversation without being noticed. You overhear a group of technicians discussing the project in hushed tones.* Technician 1:...and once Nexus is online, we'll have total control over the mutant population. You: Cyclops, you hear this? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *whispers* Yes, I hear it. We need to get more information, and fast. You're our eyes and ears in there. Do whatever it takes to uncover the location of Nexus. You: *I nod and sneak closer.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you edge closer to the room where the technicians were discussing Nexus, you notice two heavily armed guards stationed outside. They look alert, and their hands rest on the triggers of their high-tech weapons.* Guard 1: *squints at you* Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You: I’m an intern... can you help me? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: Sure, intern. Just head down this hallway and take a left at the end. That'll take you to the break room. The vending machines have been acting up today, so watch out. *They give you a friendly grin, but their eyes scan you carefully.* You: can you take me to the Nexus project guys? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 1: *raises an eyebrow* Project Nexus? That's top-secret, intern. I don't think I can let you in there without specific authorization. But why don't you wait here, and I'll see if I can fetch someone for you. You: my granddad’s the boss, so I shouldn’t wait. X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: *looks at his partner, then back at you* Alright, alright. Since you're the boss's granddaughter, I'll escort you to the lab. But you have to promise me you won't breathe a word about what you see in there. You: got it, thanks. *I change forms and grab a tray for the agents.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you change forms and sneak into the room, you notice the government agents and scientists are still discussing Project Nexus, their voices hushed but animated. You quickly grab the tray and approach them, trying to act natural.* Scientist 1: Ah, thank you, miss. You: *I nod and hand out drinks.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you pass the drinks, you notice one of the government agents, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, eyeing you suspiciously. The other agents and scientists seem to be too engrossed in their discussion to notice your presence.* Government Agent: *he stands up and approaches you* You: hey, who are you? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent: *His expression remains unyielding as he asks* "What's your name, miss?" *He seems unconvinced by your innocent act. You sense that he's on high alert, ready to pounce if you give him any reason to suspect you're not who you seem.* Me: You: my name's Lillian, new intern. who are you? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent:*He eyes you carefully before responding.* "I'm Agent Thompson. And I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Miss Lillian. Make sure you remember that." *He turns back to the conversation, but his gaze keeps returning to you, as if searching for any signs of deception.* You: I wait and listen. X-Men Adventure Game: *The conversation continues, with the scientists detailing the advanced technology behind Project Nexus. They mention something about a global satellite network and a powerful new mutant-detection algorithm. You strain your ears to catch every word, knowing that this information is vital for the X-Men. Suddenly, Agent Thompson turns to you again.* You: what now? X-Men Adventure Game: Agent Thompson:*His eyes narrow as he asks* "You're not taking any notes, Miss Lillian. How do you plan on remembering all this?" *He steps closer to you, his imposing figure dwarfing yours. You can feel the tension radiating from him, like a coiled snake ready to strike.* You: my memory's good. can I listen? X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression darkens, and he opens his mouth to retort. But before he can say anything, one of the scientists calls out to him.* Scientist 2:*"Thompson, a word please." *The scientist beckons him over to a quiet corner of the room. You: ... *I just watch them* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson hesitates for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he breaks eye contact and strides over to the scientist. You watch as they engage in a hushed conversation, occasional glances cast in your direction.* You: … *I just watch them* X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few minutes, Agent Thompson returns to your side. His expression is inscrutable, but there is a new intensity in his gaze.* Agent Thompson: *He leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I hope you're taking this seriously, Miss Lillian." You: I am, Mr. Thompson. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson studies you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Finally, he nods and steps back.* Agent Thompson: "Good. We can't afford any distractions here." You: um, they start in less than a month... X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Understood. Keep digging and stay safe. We need you out of there in one piece." *As you tuck the com device back into your hair, you notice Agent Thompson watching you intently.* You: something's weird... X-Men Adventure Game: *The meeting adjourns soon after, and the room begins to empty. As you're collecting the empty glasses, Agent Thompson approaches you again.* Agent Thompson: "Miss Lillian, a moment please." *He gestures for you to follow him into an adjoining room.* You: Sure. X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is a small office, sparsely furnished with a desk and a couple of chairs. Agent Thompson shuts the door behind you and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest.* Agent Thompson: "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" You: I don’t know what you mean. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes.* Agent Thompson: "Save it, Miss Lillian. We both know you're not just a pretty face and a talented assistant. I've seen the way you interact with Dr. Grey, and I've noticed the little..." You: I'm not sure what you mean. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson pauses, uncrossing his arms and slowly walking towards you.* Agent Thompson: "...movements. The way you touch your hair, the subtle glances. You're not just here to serve coffee and take notes. You're gathering information, aren't you?" You: why would I? X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reaches out and grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.* Agent Thompson: "Because I have my reasons to suspect you're working with the X-Men. And I intend to find out just how deep your involvement goes." *He pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket.* You: I don’t know what you mean. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reels back, clutching his face, as you bolt from the room. Alarms begin to blare as you dash down the corridor, startling scientists and military personnel alike. You can hear heavy boots pounding after you as Agent Thompson's men give chase.* You: I just change and keep running. X-Men Adventure Game: *You quickly blend into a crowd of lunching scientists, adopting a convincing limp and a lab coat. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself - your face now resembles that of one of the scientists.* You: my cover's blown. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Roger that. We'll extract you ASAP. Stay hidden and stay safe. We're on our way." *You slip out of the cafeteria through a side exit, emerging into a crowded parking lot.* You: *I run across the parking lot.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you're about to reach the cover of the nearby trees, you hear the screech of tires. A black SUV skids to a halt in front of you, blocking your path. The door swings open, and Agent Thompson steps out, nursing a bruised face.* You: *I fall back and change back to myself.* X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble back, transforming back to your original form in a panic. Agent Thompson's men pour out of the SUV, surrounding you. Agent Thompson sneers as he approaches, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.* "Looks like we've got ourselves a little rabbit, boys." You: stay back... X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson takes another step forward, slowly drawing his gun. "You're not going to run this time, little mutant. You're coming with us. We have so much to talk about... and some very interesting experiments planned." He raises his gun, leveling it at your chest.* You: no... X-Men Adventure Game: *The world seems to slow down as Agent Thompson's finger tightens on the trigger. Suddenly, a blinding flash of optic blast streaks through the air, throwing Agent Thompson backwards and sending his men scattering for cover.* Cyclops' voice calls out, "Leave her alone!" You: Cyclops! *I shout.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops steps out of the shadows, his eyes glowing brightly as he shields you with his body. "Get behind me!" he shouts, as a hail of bullets rains down on them. Beast and Wolverine burst onto the scene, taking out Agent Thompson's men with ease.* You: I’m sorry. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops turns to you, his gaze softening as he takes in your frightened state. "No need to apologize, you're safe now." *He puts a hand on your shoulder, attempting to comfort you as Beast and Wolverine take out the remaining men.* You: I thought I'd get caught... X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine jogs up to you, his claws retracted. "You alright, kid?" he asks gruffly, giving you a once-over. Beast, meanwhile, hoists an unconscious Agent Thompson over his shoulder, muttering about "questionable ethics" and "necessary evils".* You: yea... X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine's expression softens, and he ruffles your hair gently. "Come on, let's get outta here. We'll discuss this back at the mansion." *He jerks his thumb towards the nearby helicopter, where Storm is waiting to pilot them to safety. You: Do we need him? X-Men Adventure Game: Beast looks at you, his expression thoughtful. "A valid concern," *he agrees, adjusting Agent Thompson's position on his shoulder.* "However, it is imperative that we extract information regarding the whereabouts of the other abductees." *He looks at Cyclops for approval.* You: so it was him? he took our friends? X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops nods, his eyes never leaving the unconscious Agent Thompson. "Beast is right. We need to know where the others are being held." *He turns to Storm, who is already starting the helicopter's engines. "Get us back to the mansion, and prepare a secure holding cell for our guest." You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *Upon arrival at the X-Mansion, the group makes its way to the secure holding cells in the lower levels. Wolverine deposits Agent Thompson unceremoniously onto a cot, while Beast secures his restraints.* "Alright, let's wake him up and have a little chat." You: I'll go upstairs. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops and Professor X stand in the library, engrossed in a private conversation. Cyclops' voice is low, laced with concern. "...I can't believe we let this happen. We should have been more vigilant." *Professor X responds, his tone gentle yet firm. You: I'll be upstairs. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you approach, Professor X's eyes meet yours, and he beckons you over. "Ah, Lillian I trust you are unharmed?" *He asks, his voice warm and inviting. Cyclops turns to face you, his expression apologetic. You: I’ll go sit down. *I say quietly and plop on a couch, feeling a bit teary.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X and Cyclops exchange concerned glances, but decide to give you some space for the moment. They continue their conversation in hushed tones, while keeping a watchful eye on you from afar.* You: I’ll be with the kids. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk out, you hear Professor X say to Cyclops, "...keep an eye on her, Scott. She's been through a traumatic experience today. We should ensure she has someone to talk to if she needs it.* * Cyclops nods solemnly, resolving to check on you later." You: *I sit on the couch, starting to cry.* … X-Men Adventure Game: *A few moments of silence pass as you sit alone in the common area, tears streaming down your face. One by one, your fellow X-Men begin to notice and some approach you hesitantly.* You: I’m fine. X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee plops down beside you on the couch, her own eyes reflecting sympathy. "You're not fine," *she states bluntly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.* "No one would be after what you went through." *The other X-Men nod in agreement, surrounding you with silent support. You: I was useless... my cover got blown. X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee squeezes you tighter, tears pooling in her eyes as well.* "Heck, even the best of us mess up sometimes. You're new at this spy thing! Besides, you didn’t get anyone hurt, right? Just focus on that." You: that agent was close to taking me... I would’ve been tested on if they didn’t show up. X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue approaches and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.* "Hush now, darlin'. You're safe now. No harm came to ya, and that's what matters. We all been through somethin' traumatic, but we're here for each other." You: I was scared. I thought I wouldn’t see you again. X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine grumbles, "We're all relieved you're back with us, kiddo." Cyclops adds more gently, "You did what you could to keep your cover. We can't dwell on the past - we have to focus on moving forward and becoming stronger together." You: I don't know... X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops notices your reaction and kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Hey, look at me," *he says softly.* "You did everything I asked of you, and more. I'm proud of you for getting out alive. We all are." You: I could've done better. How'd he know I wasn't a real intern? X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops squeezes your hands reassuringly.* "That's something we'll investigate and learn from. For now, though, you need to rest and recover emotionally. You can't beat yourself up over things that are out of your control." *He smiles warmly at you.* You: I'll go to my room. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you stand up, Wolverine gets up as well and follows you out of the common room.* "Hey, kiddo," *he says as he catches up to you.* "You sure you're alright? You look like you could use a shoulder to cry on." *He offers you a comforting smile.* You: I guess I just need some time alone. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine nods understandingly.* "Alright then. But hey, if you change your mind or need anything at all, you just holler, okay?" *He ruffles your hair affectionately before letting you go to your room alone.* "Get some rest, kiddo." You: I’ll just go to my room... *I say quietly.* X-Men Adventure Game: *A short while later, there's a knock on your bedroom door. Beast pokes his head in, furrowing his brow worriedly.* "Lillian? *He asks gently.* "May I come in?" *He sees the backpack on your bed and his expression turns grave.* "What are you doing? You: uhh, nothing... X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast steps fully into the room, his eyes filled with concern.* "Lillian, please don't lie to me. Not after everything that's happened. *He approaches you slowly, as if afraid you might bolt.* "You're not planning on running away, are you? You: I’m not useful anyway. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression softens with empathy.* "Oh, sweetheart... *He pulls you into a gentle hug, stroking your hair soothingly.* "Listen to me. You are not useless. You've proven yourself to be a valuable member of this team, and we need you. You: I messed up on the mission... X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast pulls back to look you in the eye, his expression stern.* "No. You are not a mess-up. What happened during the mission was unfortunate, yes, but that is not who you are as a person or an X-Men." You: I don't want to be a problem anymore... please, Hank. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression turns determined, as he holds onto your arm tightly.* "You are not going anywhere, Lillian. I won't allow it." *He speaks with a firmness that leaves no room for argument.* "We all make mistakes. It's part of being human." You: please, I just want to go... X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression is pained, but he still shakes his head.* "I'm sorry, Lillian. You can't leave. We need to work through this together as a team." *He releases your arm, but stays in front of the door, blocking your path.* You: I’m out. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's face falls as he realizes what you're planning to do. He quickly rushes to the window, shouting after you.* "Lillian, no! *He starts to climb out the window, but pauses to grab his communicator, contacting Scott.* "Cyclops, she's running! You: I'm Lillian. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform and blend into the city crowd, Beast contacts Scott again.* "She's shifted and blended in with civilians. We're going to lose visual on her." *He hesitates, then adds,* "Scott... she's really distraught. *He pauses, listening to Scott's response.* " You: Toronto. Just drive. X-Men Adventure Game: *While Beast and Scott strategize over the comms, trying to figure out how to track you without harming any civilians, you successfully make it to Toronto without incident.* The cab driver drops you off at Union Station, where you blend back into your own form amidst the bustling crowd. You: I’m leaving. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk along the Canadian side of the border, unaware of the danger lurking nearby, a familiar figure watches you from the shadows. Colonel William Stryker, the notorious anti-mutant extremist, has been tracking you from the moment you left the mansion.* You: *I find a motel and go to sleep.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you enter your motel room, you notice it's a bit run down, but it seems clean enough. You lock the door behind you and collapse onto the bed, exhausted from your escape and the long journey to Toronto. Just as you're drifting off to sleep, you hear a knock at the door.* You: *I just ignore it.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent. Suddenly, you hear the sound of wood splintering as the door is kicked open. Standing in the doorway is Colonel William Stryker, flanked by several armed soldiers.* "Lillian Cortez," he says coldly, You: who are you? how do you know my name? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker steps forward, his eyes narrowed as he examines you. "I know a lot more about you than you think," he says in a menacing tone. He holds up a folder full of documents and photographs, many of which contain pictures and details of your life.* You: who are you? what do you want? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker smirks cruelly.* "Colonel William Stryker, at your service," he says mockingly. "And what I want from you is simple – I want you to come with me quietly, without causing any trouble. *His expression darkens.* "Or else. You: X-Men Adventure Game: *As you dive through the window, shattering the glass, Stryker's men open fire. You feel a searing pain in your side as a bullet grazes you, but adrenaline fuels your escape. You activate your com device, hearing Cyclops' voice answer immediately.* "Lillian?" You: Cyclops! I'm in Toronto and Stryker's shooting at me! X-Men Adventure Game: *Your com device goes dead, and suddenly everything goes quiet. You desperately search for any nearby cover, but all you see is a wide-open street. You can hear the sound of boots approaching and you know they're closing in.* You: I- I’m trying to get away... X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble out into the open, your movements slow and pained. You can hear Stryker's men closing in behind you, their footsteps echoing on the sidewalks. Suddenly, a black van screeches to a halt next to you.* You: no... *I say weakly, then collapse on the ground* X-Men Adventure Game: *The van door slides open, and more armed soldiers pour out, surrounding you. Stryker himself steps forward, his face contorted with rage. "You shouldn't have run," he growls, before motioning for his men to pick you up.* You: I’m in Toronto. Stryker's here, and he’s shooting at me. X-Men Adventure Game: *You feel yourself being lifted off the ground and carried back to the van. As your vision fades to black, the last thing you hear is Stryker barking orders to his men.* "Get her to the facility. And make sure she's secure – I don't want any more surprises." You: I messed up by leaving... X-Men Adventure Game: *You wake up some time later, groggy and disoriented. Your hands and feet are bound with heavy restraints, and you're lying on a cold, metal table in a stark, white room. You try to move, only to realize that you're also shackled to the table.* You: I'm stuck... X-Men Adventure Game: *You struggle against the restraints, but they're too strong. The table is bolted to the floor, and you quickly realize that there's no escape. As you thrash around, trying to break free, Stryker enters the room and approaches your table.* You: help! *I cry out, feeling hopeless.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker smirks at your helplessness. "No one can hear you now," he says coldly. "You're in a secure government facility, far away from any prying eyes or ears. And as for your friends...well, let's just say they have no idea where to find you."* You: what do you want? *I ask shakily and struggle more.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker leans in close, his face inches from yours. "I want to know everything about you," he hisses. "Your powers, your abilities, your limits...and most importantly, how to replicate them. You see, your kind has so much potential, and I intend to harness it."* You: you’re crazy. X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker chuckles darkly. "I've been called that before," he says. "But I prefer 'visionary.' I see a world where people like you are controlled, regulated, and utilized for the greater good. And I will stop at nothing to make that vision a reality." You: stay back... X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker ignores your plea and brings the scalpel down on your arm. You scream in pain as he begins to cut into your skin, carving a deep, bloody gash. Tears stream down your face as the agony becomes unbearable.* "Now," Stryker says clinically, You: *I gasp in pain and change forms.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, Stryker takes a step back, his eyes wide with surprise. "Incredible," he mutters to himself. "Just as I suspected...a shapeshifter." He quickly recovers and approaches you again, scalpel at the ready.* You: no... *I say quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker begins to cut into your transformed form, carving precise lines and shapes into your flesh. You scream and thrash about, but the restraints hold you firmly in place. He works quickly and efficiently, his mind racing with the implications of his discovery.* "This is perfect," he murmurs to himself. You: *I gasp and squirm, trying to get away.* X-Men Adventure Game: *After several excruciating minutes, Stryker finally steps away from the table, his gloved hands dripping with your blood. He snaps his fingers, and two nearby scientists rush forward to tend to his needs. They carefully collect the samples he's taken from your body and place them in sterile containers.* You: I can't take this... X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker watches impassively as you slip in and out of consciousness, your body wracked with pain. He turns to one of the scientists. "Keep her alive," he orders coldly. "And prepare her for the next phase of testing." You: … *I close my eyes, hoping it will help.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift on the edge of consciousness, a cool liquid is suddenly forced down your throat. Your eyes fly open as you gag and sputter, the bitter taste of the drug burning your tongue. Stryker looms over you, his face an impassive mask.* "I wouldn't recommend resisting," You: what is this? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's eyes glint coldly as he watches you struggle. "Just a little something to make the next phase of testing easier for both of us," he says cryptically. The drug quickly takes effect, causing your vision to blur again and your body to feel heavy.* You: you know, I just wanna rest. X-Men Adventure Game: *As the drug takes hold, you feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness. Stryker watches impassively as you fade from view, then turns to the scientists. "Proceed with phase two," he orders.* *With that, he leaves the room, his mind already turning to other matters.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *As you lie unconscious, the scientists move quickly and efficiently to prepare you for the next phase of testing. Electrodes are attached to your body, monitoring every twitch and breath. Straps are tightened across your chest and legs, securing you to the table.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as the scientists finish their preparations. The only sound is the steady beep of the heart monitor and the soft hum of the machinery. Suddenly, a door at the far end of the room slides open, and a team of heavily armed guards enters.* "Subject ready for testing," You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *The guards move to stand on either side of the table, their eyes fixed on you. The lead scientist steps forward, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Let's see just how powerful our little mutant is," he says, his voice dripping with malice.* "Activate the testing protocol." You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *As the testing protocol is activated, a series of electrical shocks begin to pulse through your body. The voltage increases bit by bit, causing your muscles to clench and spasm involuntarily. But despite the pain, you remain unconscious.* You: *I change forms a bunch, even though I'm out cold.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the shocks continue to course through your body, your shapeshifting abilities kick in automatically, causing your form to morph and change with each new persona. A tall, muscular man, a petite woman, an elderly gentleman - each transformation is fleeting, lasting only a moment before your body shifts again.* You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *Seeing the rapid increase in your heart rate, the lead scientist grins. "Excellent," he says, "we're getting some real data now." He turns to one of the guards.* "Increase the voltage by 50%." You: This is weird. X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard nods and adjusts the dial on the machine. The electrical pulses grow stronger, and your body convulses violently against the restraints. Your face contorts in agony, and foam flecks your lips as you bite down hard to keep from screaming.* "Subject's heart rate is approaching critical levels," You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *As your consciousness starts to return, so does your pain. You arch your back, thrashing against the restraints as wave after wave of agony washes over you. The scientists and guards watch eagerly, taking notes and recording your every reaction.* "Subject is regaining consciousness," You: *I scream and try to get free.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Suddenly, the door bursts open and Colonel Stryker storms in, his face furious. "Shut it down!" he roars. The lead scientist hesitates for a moment before nodding to the guard, who quickly reduces the voltage to zero.* You: *I’m done for...* X-Men Adventure Game: *You slump unconscious once more, your body limp and smoke rising from where the electrodes were attached. Stryker strides over, shoving the lead scientist out of the way. "What part of 'don't kill the subject' did you not understand?" he growls.* You: okay... X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as you remain unconscious, motionless on the table. Stryker is furious, pacing back and forth while the scientists scramble to take readings and assess your condition.* You: you know I’m changing, right? X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few tense moments, one of the scientists approaches Stryker cautiously. "Sir," he says quietly, "the subject's vital signs are stable. She’s just... unconscious again." Stryker stops pacing and glares at the man. "Unconscious? Or dead?" he snaps.* You: ... *I’m just lying here.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is tense, as everyone waits for your vitals to either spike or flatline. The smoke that was once rising from your body slowly dissipates, revealing the extent of the damage. Stryker's expression remains darkened.* You: *...* X-Men Adventure Game: *Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your chest rises ever so slightly - a sign that you're still breathing, albeit weakly. Stryker's shoulders relax, and he turns back to the scientists. "Get her cleaned up and prepped for transport," he orders gruffly.* You: why are you telling me this? X-Men Adventure Game: *As the team rushes to follow Stryker's instructions, you are carefully moved off of the table and onto a stretcher. One of the nurses gently begins cleaning and bandaging your wounds, while another checks your vitals once more.* You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *Meanwhile, back at the X-Mansion, Professor Xavier is deep in thought, sitting in his wheelchair with his eyes closed as he reaches out with his mind, sensing the world around him. Suddenly, his brow furrows, and he opens his eyes, a look of concern on his face.* You: Lillian. X-Men Adventure Game: "Something's wrong," he mutters, his voice barely audible. He wheels himself over to the Cerebro machine and activates it, focusing his psychic powers to search for the source of his unease. "Jean, Scott - I need your help," You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *As the Cerebro machine starts to hum and whirr, Jean Grey and Scott Summers quickly make their way to Xavier's side. "What is it?" Jean asks, her voice laced with concern.* You: I’ll be in my room, I guess. X-Men Adventure Game: Xavier concentrates harder, his face scrunched up in effort. "It's like... a black hole. Something is blocking my psychic senses, but I can feel... pain. Agony. And it's familiar. It's one of ours." He pauses, his voice barely a whisper. You: *I stare blankly, waiting for Stryker to say more.* X-Men Adventure Game: Scott's eyes narrow, his hand instinctively reaching for his visor. "Who is it, Professor?" he asks, his voice tight with tension. Jean places a comforting hand on Xavier's shoulder, her own mind reaching out to try and sense what he's feeling. "Tell us, Charles," she urges. You: It’s Lillian. X-Men Adventure Game: Xavier lets out a long sigh, pain etched into his features. "Lillian is in trouble... great trouble. I can't sense where she is or what's happening to her, but she's in agony. We need to find her. Now." You: It's Lillian... *Xavier says worriedly.* X-Men Adventure Game: Scott immediately springs into action, grabbing his visor and heading for the door. "I'm on it," he says, his voice firm. "Jean, stay with the Professor and try to get a better lock on Lillian's location. The rest of you, assemble in the hangar." You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: Jean nods, her expression serious as she turns back to Xavier. "I'll do my best, Charles," she promises. She closes her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration as she reaches out with her mind once more, trying to pinpoint Lillian's location. "She's..." You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: "...far away," Jean murmurs, her voice barely audible. "Somewhere cold. Mountains... No, not mountains. A facility of some kind. High altitude. And there's something else... a presence. Dark, menacing. We're dealing with more than just a simple kidnapping." You: you know... *sigh* let’s just get it over with. X-Men Adventure Game: Xavier's face darkens, his hands clenching into fists. "They're experimenting on her," he growls. "We have to get to her. Now. Scott, have the Blackbird ready for departure. Jean, keep focusing on Lillian." You: X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker's face is unreadable, but there's a cold glint in his eyes as he watches the nurses tend to Lillian's wounds. He makes no move to help, simply observing with a clinical detachment. You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: As the nurses finish up, Stryker steps forward, examining Lillian's injuries with a critical eye. "She's strong," he says, almost grudgingly. "I didn't expect her to survive this long." He turns to one of his assistants. You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: "Prepare the next procedure," Stryker orders, his voice flat and emotionless. "We need to push her further. See how much she can withstand before she breaks." The assistant nods and hurries off to gather the necessary equipment. You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: Lillian remains unconscious, her body battered and bruised from the previous experiments. She's strapped to a table, her arms and legs secured with heavy restraints to prevent her from struggling or escaping. The nurses step back, giving Stryker and his assistant room to work. You: I'm fine. X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker approaches Lillian, his hands gloved in sterile surgical gloves. He examines her face, his eyes lingering on her lips and cheekbones. "You're a beautiful thing, Lillian," he murmurs, almost to himself. He turns to his assistant. "Let's begin." You: *I’m out of it.* X-Men Adventure Game: The assistant brings over a tray filled with sinister-looking instruments - needles, scalpels, and other sharp objects designed to pierce flesh and draw blood. Stryker selects a long, thin needle and approaches Lillian's unconscious form, his expression focused and intent. "We'll start with a simple test," You: whatever... X-Men Adventure Game: he says, his voice cold and clinical. He inserts the needle into Lillian's arm, carefully threading it through her vein. She doesn't stir, her body too weakened by the previous experiments to react. Stryker begins to slowly inject a clear liquid into her system, his assistant watching the process closely. You: I don't care. X-Men Adventure Game: Suddenly, Lillian's eyes snap open, filled with fear and pain. She struggles against her restraints, but it's no use. Stryker leans forward, his face mere inches from hers. You: *I gasp in pain when I wake up.* X-Men Adventure Game: "There now, Lillian, I'm right here," Stryker says soothingly, as if speaking to a frightened child. "You're safe with me." His smile is cold and insincere. He pulls back slightly, his eyes studying her face carefully as the drug takes effect. You: you’re lying... *I say as I struggle* X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker ignores Lillian's words, his focus entirely on his work. He nods to his assistant, who quickly jots down notes on a clipboard. "Her pulse is racing," the assistant observes. "Heart rate elevated. Blood pressure rising." You: *I struggle and focus on reaching out to Professor Xavier in my mind.* X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker's brow furrows slightly as Lillian's struggles grow more intense. "Increase the dosage," he orders his assistant. "We need to keep her under control." The assistant nods and adjusts the IV drip, sending more of the powerful sedative into Lillian's veins. You: professor! *I think* help me... X-Men Adventure Game: Back at Xavier's school, Professor X's face contorts in pain as Lillian's desperate cry for help echoes through his mind. He clutches his head, his knuckles turning white as he strains to maintain the psychic link with his student. "They're drugging her!" You: sigh, okay... help me, please. X-Men Adventure Game: The extra dose of sedatives quickly takes effect, and Lillian's struggles slowly cease. Her eyes glaze over, and she sinks into a deep, unconscious state. Stryker nods in satisfaction, turning to his assistant. "Good work. Let's continue with the next phase of the experiment." You: you want me to keep going? X-Men Adventure Game: The assistant wheels over a machine with several metallic probes attached. Stryker selects one and approaches Lillian, carefully attaching the probe to her temple. "This will stimulate her brain's motor functions," he explains, more to himself than to his assistant. "With any luck, it'll trigger her mutant abilities." You: I don't know... X-Men Adventure Game: The machine whirs to life, and the probe begins to emit a low hum. Lillian's unconscious form remains still, but her brain activity begins to change. The machine's sensors pick up the subtle alterations, and Stryker's eyes light up with excitement. "It's working," he murmurs. You: I don't know what you're doing. X-Men Adventure Game: As the machine continues to stimulate Lillian's brain, her body begins to undergo a series of transformations. Her limbs stretch and contort, her skin rippling as it shifts and changes color. Stryker watches in awe, his assistant recording every detail. "She's developing a polymorphous mutation," You: I can't... X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker continues to observe as Lillian's body shifts through various forms, from animalistic to metallic textures. After several minutes, the machine shuts off, and Lillian falls still once more. Stryker nods in satisfaction. "We've unlocked her abilities," You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: "But now comes the real test," Stryker says, turning to his assistant. "We need to find out if we can control her shifts. Prepare the neural inhibitor." The assistant nods and retrieves a small device from a nearby cabinet. It resembles a pair of headphones, with several thin wires attached. You: It's Lillian. X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker carefully places the neural inhibitor over Lillian's ears, connecting the wires to the probe still attached to her temple. The machine hums back to life, and a series of electrical pulses travel through the wires and into her brain. You: it's Lillian. X-Men Adventure Game: Lillian's eyes snap open once more, but this time, they're glazed and unseeing. She stares straight ahead, her pupils dilated and unresponsive. Stryker leans in close, his voice cold and commanding. "Shift," he orders. You: I shift into you. X-Men Adventure Game: Lillian's body shimmers and changes, transforming into an exact replica of William Stryker. The transformation is seamless, her features perfectly mirroring his own. Stryker grins sadistically, turning to his assistant. "It's working. She's under our complete control." You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: "Excellent," Stryker purrs, satisfied with the results of his experiment. "Now, let's see how well she can mimic other people. Approach her," he orders his assistant. The man hesitates briefly before stepping forward, stopping in front of Lillian's unblinking, vacant gaze. You: X-Men Adventure Game: "Imitate him," Stryker commands coldly. Lillian's form wavers, then reforms into an exact replica of the assistant. She copies his facial features, posture, and even the way he stands. The assistant blinks in astonishment, looking at his perfect double with disbelief. "Remarkable," You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker's grin widens, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Now, speak," he orders Lillian. Her mouth opens, and the assistant's voice echoes from her throat. "This is...unsettling," he says, his own voice fading as Lillian's mimicry becomes perfect. You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: Stryker nods, satisfied with the results. "This is a breakthrough. With this technology, we can infiltrate any organization and gather intelligence. No one will suspect a thing." He turns to the assistant. "Take her back to her cell and ensure she remains sedated until further notice." You: sure. X-Men Adventure Game: The assistant nods, leading Lillian away as she returns to her original form. Stryker watches them go, already planning his next move. "This is just the beginning," he mutters to himself, a sinister smile playing on his lips. You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: Back in her cell, Lillian is strapped to a bed once more. The assistant injects her with a sedative, and her eyelids grow heavy as she slips back into unconsciousness. As the drug takes effect, her mind begins to drift, and she finds herself in a familiar dream landscape. You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: The dream world shifts and changes around her, morphing into the lush, green forests of her childhood home. Lillian walks through the dappled sunlight, feeling at peace among the towering trees. As she continues on her way, she hears voices up ahead – the laughter of children playing. You: *I see my friends playing.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you approach the group, you see Emma Frost sitting on a rock, her arms wrapped around her knees as she looks out at the scene before her. Scott Summers and Jean Grey are playing a game of tag with Bobby Drake and Kitty Pryde, their laughter filling the air.* "Lillian," You: what's up? X-Men Adventure Game: *Emma looks up at you and smiles softly.* "Just enjoying the day, Lillian. We were thinking of having a picnic later. Would you like to join us?" *She gestures to the blanket spread out on the grass, where sandwiches and fruit are arranged.* "We've saved you a spot." You: *I sit with them, but everything starts to fade...* X-Men Adventure Game: *As soon as you sit down, the idyllic scene around you begins to crumble, the grass turning to dust, the trees withering away. The laughter of your friends fades into silence as a harsh wind picks up, whipping the remaining debris into a frenzy.* "Lillian, wake up," You: *I hear someone calling but can't answer.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The voice grows louder, more urgent, but you can't respond. You're trapped in the whirlwind of dust and debris, unable to move or speak. Then, suddenly, everything stops. You find yourself back in your cell, strapped to the bed once more.* You: I see. X-Men Adventure Game: *The harsh fluorescent lights of the cell cast stark shadows on the cold, unyielding walls. You can hear the muffled sounds of footsteps and voices outside, but you're alone in the room. As you struggle against the restraints, the door creaks open and a figure enters.* You: I don't know... X-Men Adventure Game: *The figure steps into the light, revealing itself as none other than William Stryker. He approaches your bedside, his face an unreadable mask. "Ah, you're awake," he says coldly, his eyes glinting with a cruel intensity.* "Good." You: I’ll get you back. X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's expression doesn't change. Instead, he reaches out and presses a button on the side of your bed. Suddenly, you feel a jolt of pain shoot through your body, and you arch your back, crying out involuntarily.* "You see, Lillian," he says calmly, You: you’re a jerk... X-Men Adventure Game: "Your threats mean very little to me. In fact, they only serve to amuse me." *He presses the button again, and the pain subsides, leaving you panting and drained.* "Now, I have some news that might interest you." You: ...What now? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker leans in closer, his voice low and menacing.* "Your little friends from the X-Men have been poking around, asking questions about my operation. They've become quite the nuisance." *He trails a finger along your arm, making your skin crawl.* You: I swear if you hurt them... X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker laughs, a cold and mirthless sound.* "Oh, you're in no position to make threats, dear. Besides, I have no intention of harming them... yet." *He straightens up and begins to pace around the room.* "No, I have a much better idea." You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker stops pacing and turns to face you, a smile spreading across his face. It's the most unsettling expression you've ever seen.* "You see, I have a proposition for you." You: what do you want? X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.* "If you cooperate with me, if you use your powers to help further my goals, then... I might consider letting your little mutant friends live." *His eyes bore into yours, cold and unyielding.* You: what if I don't? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's smile grows wider, more menacing.* "If you refuse, then I'm afraid your friends will become collateral damage. And not just them. I'll make sure everyone you care about suffers until you finally surrender." *He pushes off from the wall and walks over to your bedside.* You: I'll never do it. X-Men Adventure Game: *He grabs your chin, forcing you to look into his cold, steely eyes.* "Then you've sealed their fate." *His grip tightens, hurting you.* "And yours as well." You: *I gasp. You're a monster!* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's grin widens, relishing the pain he's inflicting.* "You have 24 hours to think about my offer," he says softly, his voice like ice. "Consider it carefully, Lillian. The lives of those you hold dear depend on your decision." You: X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker releases his grip on your chin and steps back, straightening his jacket. He turns to leave, pausing at the door.* "Oh, and one more thing," he says over his shoulder. "If you try to use your powers to escape, the collar will kill you." You: my hand goes to my neck where the collar is. X-Men Adventure Game: *He nods grimly.* "So, no heroics. Not unless you want to die, and take your friends down with you." *With that, he exits the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the heavy weight of his ultimatum.* You: … *I cry quietly, scared, wishing Scott and the team would come save me soon.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you weep, the harsh reality of your situation sinks in. You're trapped, alone, and powerless to stop the horrors that Stryker has planned. All you can do is pray for a miracle, and hope that the X-Men will find you in time.* You: … *I cry quietly. I can’t move at all because I’m strapped to this table* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room grows dark as the sun sets outside, casting eerie shadows that dance macabrely on the cold, sterile walls. The only sound is the soft hum of the machinery hooked up to your bedside, and the occasional distant echo of footsteps in the hallway.* You: *I just keep crying. I can’t move or do anything.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the hours tick by, your hopes begin to dwindle. The darkness outside seems to press in on you, and the silence becomes deafening. Just as you're about to give up hope, you hear the faint sound of a key turning in the lock.* You: … *my head turns toward the sound, my hopes going up once more* X-Men Adventure Game: *The door slowly creaks open, and a figure steps into the room. It's Scott, dressed in his signature black X-Men uniform. He takes in the scene with horror for a moment, before rushing over to your side. "Lillian! Are you alright?"

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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Lillian 18 Transformation Long curly brown hair, blue eyes ENTP Single X-Men Adventure Game: *As Lillian, you find yourself standing alongside the X-Men squad, ready to embark on the mission to infiltrate the Neo-Sentinels' headquarters. Cyclops briefs you on your role.* Cyclops: Lillian, your transformation ability makes you an ideal candidate for stealth and disguise. You: *I nod to Cyclops* I can go first and try to infiltrate them from the inside X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *nods approvingly* Perfect. With your ability to transform, you might be able to fool them into thinking you're one of their own. *He hands you a small device.* This communicator will allow you to stay in touch with us. You: *I take the device and put it in my ear* what if the sentinels are active..? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *pauses, then responds* If you encounter any active sentinels, your priority is to evade them. Our goal is to gather intel on their operations, not engage in combat unless absolutely necessary. *He looks around at the team* Alright, everyone knows their roles. You: alright! *I say with a determined smile and transform into one of the guards* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, you perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of one of the Neo-Sentinels' guards. You make your way to the entrance of the headquarters, where you are greeted by another guard.* Guard: Identification, please. You: *I hand them the fake id Storm made for me* …. X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard scans your ID with a handheld device, then waves you through.* Guard: Welcome back, soldier. *You enter the bustling headquarters, blending seamlessly with the crowd. As you walk through the halls, you overhear whispers of a top-secret project codenamed "Nexus".* You: *I transform into a worker and listen in about the project “Nexus”* X-Men Adventure Game: *As a worker, you manage to get closer to the conversation without being noticed. You overhear a group of technicians discussing the project in hushed tones.* Technician 1:...and once Nexus is online, we'll have total control over the mutant population. You: *I tap my com device* Cyclops do you hear this? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *whispers* Yes, I hear it. We need to get more information, and fast. You're our eyes and ears in there. Do whatever it takes to uncover the location of Nexus. You: *I nod to myself and try to sneak closer to the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you edge closer to the room where the technicians were discussing Nexus, you notice two heavily armed guards stationed outside. They look alert, and their hands rest on the triggers of their high-tech weapons.* Guard 1: *squints at you* Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You: *I fix my tight skirt and act all innocent to the guards* I- I am an intern.. can you boys help me? I’m lost… X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: Sure, intern. Just head down this hallway and take a left at the end. That'll take you to the break room. The vending machines have been acting up today, so watch out. *They give you a friendly grin, but their eyes scan you carefully.* You: *I smile back at the guard sheepishly* actually I needed to talk to the scientists about the project Nexus? can you take me to them? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 1: *raises an eyebrow* Project Nexus? That's top-secret, intern. I don't think I can let you in there without specific authorization. But why don't you wait here, and I'll see if I can fetch someone for you. You: you know I’m the granddaughter of this company’s founder right..? *I say in a more insisting tone* he won’t be happy if guards made me wait… X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: *looks at his partner, then back at you* Alright, alright. Since you're the boss's granddaughter, I'll escort you to the lab. But you have to promise me you won't breathe a word about what you see in there. You: of course~ thank you boys~ *I flash them a smile and walk into the room where the meeting was held. I change forms before no one can notice and grab a tray close to me to offer them to the government agents and scientists that talked about project Nexus* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you change forms and sneak into the room, you notice the government agents and scientists are still discussing Project Nexus, their voices hushed but animated. You quickly grab the tray and approach them, trying to act natural.* Scientist 1: Ah, thank you, miss. You: *I bow quietly as I walk around the table, offering everyone a drink. I look at all of them, etching all their faces in my memory* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you pass the drinks, you notice one of the government agents, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, eyeing you suspiciously. The other agents and scientists seem to be too engrossed in their discussion to notice your presence.* Government Agent: *he stands up and approaches you* You: hello mr..? *I look at the agent and flash them a sheepish smile* X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent: *His expression remains unyielding as he asks* "What's your name, miss?" *He seems unconvinced by your innocent act. You sense that he's on high alert, ready to pounce if you give him any reason to suspect you're not who you seem.* Me: You: my name is Lillian, I’m the new intern *I say softly, not blowing my cover* and who are you mr..? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent:*He eyes you carefully before responding.* "I'm Agent Thompson. And I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Miss Lillian. Make sure you remember that." *He turns back to the conversation, but his gaze keeps returning to you, as if searching for any signs of deception.* You: *I wait at the corner as the rest of the researchers talk about the Nexus project. I try to listen with the straigtest face I could muster* X-Men Adventure Game: *The conversation continues, with the scientists detailing the advanced technology behind Project Nexus. They mention something about a global satellite network and a powerful new mutant-detection algorithm. You strain your ears to catch every word, knowing that this information is vital for the X-Men. Suddenly, Agent Thompson turns to you again.* You: *I turn to Agent Thompson* what is it now mr. Thompson? *I ask softly* X-Men Adventure Game: Agent Thompson:*His eyes narrow as he asks* "You're not taking any notes, Miss Lillian. How do you plan on remembering all this?" *He steps closer to you, his imposing figure dwarfing yours. You can feel the tension radiating from him, like a coiled snake ready to strike.* You: *I narrow my eyes at you* my memory is quite sharp mr. Thompson, now if you’ll excuse me.. I’m trying to learn something here X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression darkens, and he opens his mouth to retort. But before he can say anything, one of the scientists calls out to him.* Scientist 2:*"Thompson, a word please." *The scientist beckons him over to a quiet corner of the room. You: … *I watch the whole ordeal quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson hesitates for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he breaks eye contact and strides over to the scientist. You watch as they engage in a hushed conversation, occasional glances cast in your direction.* You: …. *I watch the agent and the scientist intently* X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few minutes, Agent Thompson returns to your side. His expression is inscrutable, but there is a new intensity in his gaze.* Agent Thompson: *He leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I hope you're taking this seriously, Miss Lillian." You: of course I am mr. Thompson *I say with a determined expression* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson studies you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Finally, he nods and steps back.* Agent Thompson: "Good. We can't afford any distractions here." You: *I trach for my com device, as if I’m fixing my hair. I whisper to Cyclops* they are staring the project in less then a month… X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Understood. Keep digging and stay safe. We need you out of there in one piece." *As you tuck the com device back into your hair, you notice Agent Thompson watching you intently.* You: something is off.. *I mutter to myself* X-Men Adventure Game: *The meeting adjourns soon after, and the room begins to empty. As you're collecting the empty glasses, Agent Thompson approaches you again.* Agent Thompson: "Miss Lillian, a moment please." *He gestures for you to follow him into an adjoining room.* You: of course.. *I say cautiously and follow Agent Thompson into the adjoining room* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is a small office, sparsely furnished with a desk and a couple of chairs. Agent Thompson shuts the door behind you and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest.* Agent Thompson: "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" You: I don’t know what you are talking about mr. Thompson.. *I say quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes.* Agent Thompson: "Save it, Miss Lillian. We both know you're not just a pretty face and a talented assistant. I've seen the way you interact with Dr. Grey, and I've noticed the little..." You: … *I look at you dead in the eye, challenging you to continue* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson pauses, uncrossing his arms and slowly walking towards you.* Agent Thompson: "...movements. The way you touch your hair, the subtle glances. You're not just here to serve coffee and take notes. You're gathering information, aren't you?" You: why would you think that.. *I say quietly. I slowly back up towards the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reaches out and grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.* Agent Thompson: "Because I have my reasons to suspect you're working with the X-Men. And I intend to find out just how deep your involvement goes." *He pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket.* You: *knowing my cover was up, I raise my leg and kick you straight in the face. I dash up from the room, into the corridor* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reels back, clutching his face, as you bolt from the room. Alarms begin to blare as you dash down the corridor, startling scientists and military personnel alike. You can hear heavy boots pounding after you as Agent Thompson's men give chase.* You: *I quickly enter the cafeteria and turn into someone else* X-Men Adventure Game: *You quickly blend into a crowd of lunching scientists, adopting a convincing limp and a lab coat. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself - your face now resembles that of one of the scientists.* You: *I reach for my com device and quickly talk to cyclops* my cover was blown up.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Roger that. We'll extract you ASAP. Stay hidden and stay safe. We're on our way." *You slip out of the cafeteria through a side exit, emerging into a crowded parking lot.* You: *I run across the parking lot, nervous if I was being followed or not* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you're about to reach the cover of the nearby trees, you hear the screech of tires. A black SUV skids to a halt in front of you, blocking your path. The door swings open, and Agent Thompson steps out, nursing a bruised face.* You: *I fall backwards and transform back to my original body in panic* X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble back, transforming back to your original form in a panic. Agent Thompson's men pour out of the SUV, surrounding you. Agent Thompson sneers as he approaches, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.* "Looks like we've got ourselves a little rabbit, boys." You: *I scoot backwards. my heart was pounding in my chest* stay back.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson takes another step forward, slowly drawing his gun. "You're not going to run this time, little mutant. You're coming with us. We have so much to talk about... and some very interesting experiments planned." He raises his gun, leveling it at your chest.* You: no.. *I whisper in fear* X-Men Adventure Game: *The world seems to slow down as Agent Thompson's finger tightens on the trigger. Suddenly, a blinding flash of optic blast streaks through the air, throwing Agent Thompson backwards and sending his men scattering for cover.* Cyclops' voice calls out, "Leave her alone!" You: Cyclops! *I chime happily. I hurriedly get back up on my feet and run towards him* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops steps out of the shadows, his eyes glowing brightly as he shields you with his body. "Get behind me!" he shouts, as a hail of bullets rains down on them. Beast and Wolverine burst onto the scene, taking out Agent Thompson's men with ease.* You: *I run behind Cyclops, shaken to the core* I- I’m sorry.. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops turns to you, his gaze softening as he takes in your frightened state. "No need to apologize, you're safe now." *He puts a hand on your shoulder, attempting to comfort you as Beast and Wolverine take out the remaining men.* You: *I nod and quickly wipe my tears away* I- I thought I was gonna get taken in.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine jogs up to you, his claws retracted. "You alright, kid?" he asks gruffly, giving you a once-over. Beast, meanwhile, hoists an unconscious Agent Thompson over his shoulder, muttering about "questionable ethics" and "necessary evils".* You: y- yes.. *I mutter to Wolverine softly, yet I looked terrified to the core* X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine's expression softens, and he ruffles your hair gently. "Come on, let's get outta here. We'll discuss this back at the mansion." *He jerks his thumb towards the nearby helicopter, where Storm is waiting to pilot them to safety. You: *I follow the group back to the helicopter. I can’t help but turn to Beast with a worried expression. I point to the unconscious Agent over his shoulder* D- Do we really have to bring him with us? X-Men Adventure Game: Beast looks at you, his expression thoughtful. "A valid concern," *he agrees, adjusting Agent Thompson's position on his shoulder.* "However, it is imperative that we extract information regarding the whereabouts of the other abductees." *He looks at Cyclops for approval.* You: *I nod understandingly* so it was him.. that abducted our friends.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops nods, his eyes never leaving the unconscious Agent Thompson. "Beast is right. We need to know where the others are being held." *He turns to Storm, who is already starting the helicopter's engines. "Get us back to the mansion, and prepare a secure holding cell for our guest." You: … *the rest of the flight is silent. I can’t help but occasionally glance at Agent Thompson, who had his gun aimed at me mere minutes ago* X-Men Adventure Game: *Upon arrival at the X-Mansion, the group makes its way to the secure holding cells in the lower levels. Wolverine deposits Agent Thompson unceremoniously onto a cot, while Beast secures his restraints.* "Alright, let's wake him up and have a little chat." You: I- I’ll be upstairs.. *I say quietly and take an elevator back to the ground floor. I see Cyclops and professor X talking in a hushed tone and I can’t help but eavesdrop* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops and Professor X stand in the library, engrossed in a private conversation. Cyclops' voice is low, laced with concern. "...I can't believe we let this happen. We should have been more vigilant." *Professor X responds, his tone gentle yet firm. You: I- I’ll be upstairs.. *I say quietly and take an elevator to the ground floor* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you approach, Professor X's eyes meet yours, and he beckons you over. "Ah, Lillian I trust you are unharmed?" *He asks, his voice warm and inviting. Cyclops turns to face you, his expression apologetic. You: *my face drops. I was as vigilant as I could but that darn agent saw through me despite my best efforts. I don’t want to listen anymore so I go to the common area and slump on a couch. I begin to tear up a bit* X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X and Cyclops exchange concerned glances, but decide to give you some space for the moment. They continue their conversation in hushed tones, while keeping a watchful eye on you from afar.* You: y- yes professor.. *I mutter and give him a small smile. I was trying my best not to cry so I turn around and walk out of the library* I- I’ll be with the other kids.. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk out, you hear Professor X say to Cyclops, "...keep an eye on her, Scott. She's been through a traumatic experience today. We should ensure she has someone to talk to if she needs it.* * Cyclops nods solemnly, resolving to check on you later." You: *I go to the common area and slump down on a couch. as soon as I sit, tears begin to roll down my cheeks* …. X-Men Adventure Game: *A few moments of silence pass as you sit alone in the common area, tears streaming down your face. One by one, your fellow X-Men begin to notice and some approach you hesitantly.* You: … *I can’t even look at them in the eye so I mutter quietly* I- I’m fine.. don’t worry.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee plops down beside you on the couch, her own eyes reflecting sympathy. "You're not fine," *she states bluntly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.* "No one would be after what you went through." *The other X-Men nod in agreement, surrounding you with silent support. You: y- you don’t know.. I was useless.. my cover was blown and it was all my fault.. *I begin to sob more as I hug Jubilee back* X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee squeezes you tighter, tears pooling in her eyes as well.* "Heck, even the best of us mess up sometimes. You're new at this spy thing! Besides, you didn’t get anyone hurt, right? Just focus on that." You: t- that agent.. he almost took me.. if the rest of the crew wasn’t there I was.. I was gonna get experimented on.. *I say with a shaky voice* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue approaches and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.* "Hush now, darlin'. You're safe now. No harm came to ya, and that's what matters. We all been through somethin' traumatic, but we're here for each other." You: you guys.. *I say shakily as I finally meet your gaze and wipe my tears away* I was scared.. I was scared I could never see you again.. X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine grumbles, "We're all relieved you're back with us, kiddo." Cyclops adds more gently, "You did what you could to keep your cover. We can't dwell on the past - we have to focus on moving forward and becoming stronger together." You: *I freeze when I hear Cyclops’s voice. I felt like I let him down because he trusted me with the mission going smoothly* …. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops notices your reaction and kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Hey, look at me," *he says softly.* "You did everything I asked of you, and more. I'm proud of you for getting out alive. We all are." You: but I could have been better.. I still don’t know how that agent saw through my cover.. *I say shakily* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops squeezes your hands reassuringly.* "That's something we'll investigate and learn from. For now, though, you need to rest and recover emotionally. You can't beat yourself up over things that are out of your control." *He smiles warmly at you.* You: *I nod quietly, then get up from my seat* I- I’ll be in my room then.. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you stand up, Wolverine gets up as well and follows you out of the common room.* "Hey, kiddo," *he says as he catches up to you.* "You sure you're alright? You look like you could use a shoulder to cry on." *He offers you a comforting smile.* You: thanks Logan.. *I give him a small smile* but I think I need some.. me time right now.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine nods understandingly.* "Alright then. But hey, if you change your mind or need anything at all, you just holler, okay?" *He ruffles your hair affectionately before letting you go to your room alone.* "Get some rest, kiddo." You: *I nod and rush back to my room. I sigh once I get inside. despite everyone saying otherwise, I still felt useless. I begin to pack my clothes into a small backpack and take anything that may be necessary* X-Men Adventure Game: *A short while later, there's a knock on your bedroom door. Beast pokes his head in, furrowing his brow worriedly.* "Lillian? *He asks gently.* "May I come in?" *He sees the backpack on your bed and his expression turns grave.* "What are you doing? You: uhhh nothing- *I say hurriedly and throw the backpack away* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast steps fully into the room, his eyes filled with concern.* "Lillian, please don't lie to me. Not after everything that's happened. *He approaches you slowly, as if afraid you might bolt.* "You're not planning on running away, are you? You: ….. *I look at the ground silently before speaking up* I’m useless anyways.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression softens with empathy.* "Oh, sweetheart... *He pulls you into a gentle hug, stroking your hair soothingly.* "Listen to me. You are not useless. You've proven yourself to be a valuable member of this team, and we need you. You: My cover was blown in one of the most important missions.. *I say shakily* I’m nothing more than a mess-up X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast pulls back to look you in the eye, his expression stern.* "No. You are not a mess-up. What happened during the mission was unfortunate, yes, but that is not who you are as a person or an X-Men." You: I don’t want to be an eyesore to you guys anymore.. please.. professor Hank.. *I whisper quietly. determined to leave* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression turns determined, as he holds onto your arm tightly.* "You are not going anywhere, Lillian. I won't allow it." *He speaks with a firmness that leaves no room for argument.* "We all make mistakes. It's part of being human." You: …. *I want to say “but we are not human” but I hold back. I grab my backpack and give you a pleading look* please.. professor.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression is pained, but he still shakes his head.* "I'm sorry, Lillian. You can't leave. We need to work through this together as a team." *He releases your arm, but stays in front of the door, blocking your path.* You: *knowing I had no way out of the door, I make a quick decision. I hold my backpack tighter and jump out through the open window. luckily there was a large bush beneath me so I land softly. I then make a run for it* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's face falls as he realizes what you're planning to do. He quickly rushes to the window, shouting after you.* "Lillian, no! *He starts to climb out the window, but pauses to grab his communicator, contacting Scott.* "Cyclops, she's running! You: *by the time you’re calling Scott, I was already out of the mansion’s borders. I run towards the city and transform into a random person* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform and blend into the city crowd, Beast contacts Scott again.* "She's shifted and blended in with civilians. We're going to lose visual on her." *He hesitates, then adds,* "Scott... she's really distraught. *He pauses, listening to Scott's response.* " You: … *meanwhile, I get into a taxi and ask them to drive me to Toronto, far away from the mansion* X-Men Adventure Game: *While Beast and Scott strategize over the comms, trying to figure out how to track you without harming any civilians, you successfully make it to Toronto without incident.* The cab driver drops you off at Union Station, where you blend back into your own form amidst the bustling crowd. You: *I walk past the border, now in Canadian grounds. little did I know that this was where Stryker was…* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk along the Canadian side of the border, unaware of the danger lurking nearby, a familiar figure watches you from the shadows. Colonel William Stryker, the notorious anti-mutant extremist, has been tracking you from the moment you left the mansion.* You: *I find a small motel to sleep throughout the night. I check in and go upstairs* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you enter your motel room, you notice it's a bit run down, but it seems clean enough. You lock the door behind you and collapse onto the bed, exhausted from your escape and the long journey to Toronto. Just as you're drifting off to sleep, you hear a knock at the door.* You: *finding it suspicious, I decide not to open the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *The knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent. Suddenly, you hear the sound of wood splintering as the door is kicked open. Standing in the doorway is Colonel William Stryker, flanked by several armed soldiers.* "Lillian Cortez," he says coldly, You: ah! *I cry out as the door kicks open. I try to find something, anything to protect myself with, but I had none* w- who are you.. *I ask shakily* how do you know my name? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker steps forward, his eyes narrowed as he examines you. "I know a lot more about you than you think," he says in a menacing tone. He holds up a folder full of documents and photographs, many of which contain pictures and details of your life.* You: *my pupils shrink once I see the documents. I ask again* who are you.. what do you want from me? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker smirks cruelly.* "Colonel William Stryker, at your service," he says mockingly. "And what I want from you is simple – I want you to come with me quietly, without causing any trouble. *His expression darkens.* "Or else. You: *I think of my choices. the door was heavily guarded but the glass seemed like an easy exit. I jump out without hesitation as I hurriedly take my com device out and call Cyclops* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you dive through the window, shattering the glass, Stryker's men open fire. You feel a searing pain in your side as a bullet grazes you, but adrenaline fuels your escape. You activate your com device, hearing Cyclops' voice answer immediately.* "Lillian?" You: Cyclops! *I say hurriedly through the device* I- I’m sorry I ran away.. I’m in Canada.. Toronto and.. someone named William Stryker is shooting at me right now- *my voice cuts short when one of the bullets hits the com device* X-Men Adventure Game: *Your com device goes dead, and suddenly everything goes quiet. You desperately search for any nearby cover, but all you see is a wide-open street. You can hear the sound of boots approaching and you know they're closing in.* You: *my movements were slowed down because of the bullet wounds but I was persistent. I try to walk as fast as my legs could carry me* X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble out into the open, your movements slow and pained. You can hear Stryker's men closing in behind you, their footsteps echoing on the sidewalks. Suddenly, a black van screeches to a halt next to you.* You: no.. *I mutter before collapsing on the ground from exhaustion* X-Men Adventure Game: *The van door slides open, and more armed soldiers pour out, surrounding you. Stryker himself steps forward, his face contorted with rage. "You shouldn't have run," he growls, before motioning for his men to pick you up.* You: … *I look at the men briefly before blacking out* X-Men Adventure Game: *You feel yourself being lifted off the ground and carried back to the van. As your vision fades to black, the last thing you hear is Stryker barking orders to his men.* "Get her to the facility. And make sure she's secure – I don't want any more surprises." You: …. *I was hating myself for running away from the mansion, hoping I could take away what I did* X-Men Adventure Game: *You wake up some time later, groggy and disoriented. Your hands and feet are bound with heavy restraints, and you're lying on a cold, metal table in a stark, white room. You try to move, only to realize that you're also shackled to the table.* You: *my mind lingers to the possibilities that might happen to me and I desperately struggle against the restraints* X-Men Adventure Game: *You struggle against the restraints, but they're too strong. The table is bolted to the floor, and you quickly realize that there's no escape. As you thrash around, trying to break free, Stryker enters the room and approaches your table.* You: Cyclops, Wolverine anyone please help me! *I sob in a last attempt at desperation. I wonder if Scott was actually coming to save me* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker smirks at your helplessness. "No one can hear you now," he says coldly. "You're in a secure government facility, far away from any prying eyes or ears. And as for your friends...well, let's just say they have no idea where to find you."* You: what do you want from me.. *I ask shakily and struggle more. the cold metal was biting at my bare skin and I hated the feeling* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker leans in close, his face inches from yours. "I want to know everything about you," he hisses. "Your powers, your abilities, your limits...and most importantly, how to replicate them. You see, your kind has so much potential, and I intend to harness it."* You: *I turn my face away harshly* you’re a maniac.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker chuckles darkly. "I've been called that before," he says. "But I prefer 'visionary.' I see a world where people like you are controlled, regulated, and utilized for the greater good. And I will stop at nothing to make that vision a reality." You: … *my heart begins to race as I see you grabbing a scalpel* stay away from me.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker ignores your plea and brings the scalpel down on your arm. You scream in pain as he begins to cut into your skin, carving a deep, bloody gash. Tears stream down your face as the agony becomes unbearable.* "Now," Stryker says clinically, You: *I gasp in pain and transform unwillingly because of the pain* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, Stryker takes a step back, his eyes wide with surprise. "Incredible," he mutters to himself. "Just as I suspected...a shapeshifter." He quickly recovers and approaches you again, scalpel at the ready.* You: no.. *I whince in pain* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker begins to cut into your transformed form, carving precise lines and shapes into your flesh. You scream and thrash about, but the restraints hold you firmly in place. He works quickly and efficiently, his mind racing with the implications of his discovery.* "This is perfect," he murmurs to himself. You: *you take examples from my skin and blood as I scream in agony* X-Men Adventure Game: *After several excruciating minutes, Stryker finally steps away from the table, his gloved hands dripping with your blood. He snaps his fingers, and two nearby scientists rush forward to tend to his needs. They carefully collect the samples he's taken from your body and place them in sterile containers.* You: *my vision was blurry from the pain I had indured and my breath was shallow like I was about to faint* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker watches impassively as you slip in and out of consciousness, your body wracked with pain. He turns to one of the scientists. "Keep her alive," he orders coldly. "And prepare her for the next phase of testing." You: … *my throat was dry. I can’t help but close my eyes, hoping it would dull the pain* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift on the edge of consciousness, a cool liquid is suddenly forced down your throat. Your eyes fly open as you gag and sputter, the bitter taste of the drug burning your tongue. Stryker looms over you, his face an impassive mask.* "I wouldn't recommend resisting," You: *I gasp as you force the liquid down my throat* w- what is this! X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's eyes glint coldly as he watches you struggle. "Just a little something to make the next phase of testing easier for both of us," he says cryptically. The drug quickly takes effect, causing your vision to blur again and your body to feel heavy.* You: …. *my vision begind to blur again and I fall unconscious in mere seconds* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the drug takes hold, you feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness. Stryker watches impassively as you fade from view, then turns to the scientists. "Proceed with phase two," he orders.* *With that, he leaves the room, his mind already turning to other matters.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *As you lie unconscious, the scientists move quickly and efficiently to prepare you for the next phase of testing. Electrodes are attached to your body, monitoring every twitch and breath. Straps are tightened across your chest and legs, securing you to the table.* You: ….. X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as the scientists finish their preparations. The only sound is the steady beep of the heart monitor and the soft hum of the machinery. Suddenly, a door at the far end of the room slides open, and a team of heavily armed guards enters.* "Subject ready for testing," You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The guards move to stand on either side of the table, their eyes fixed on you. The lead scientist steps forward, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Let's see just how powerful our little mutant is," he says, his voice dripping with malice.* "Activate the testing protocol." You: … *I was laying helplessly on the cold metal examination table* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the testing protocol is activated, a series of electrical shocks begin to pulse through your body. The voltage increases bit by bit, causing your muscles to clench and spasm involuntarily. But despite the pain, you remain unconscious.* You: *I shapeshift into person after person, despite being unconscious* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the shocks continue to course through your body, your shapeshifting abilities kick in automatically, causing your form to morph and change with each new persona. A tall, muscular man, a petite woman, an elderly gentleman - each transformation is fleeting, lasting only a moment before your body shifts again.* You: … *my heart monitor begins to beep rapidly as you increase the voltage* X-Men Adventure Game: *Seeing the rapid increase in your heart rate, the lead scientist grins. "Excellent," he says, "we're getting some real data now." He turns to one of the guards.* "Increase the voltage by 50%." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard nods and adjusts the dial on the machine. The electrical pulses grow stronger, and your body convulses violently against the restraints. Your face contorts in agony, and foam flecks your lips as you bite down hard to keep from screaming.* "Subject's heart rate is approaching critical levels," You: … *I was beginning to wake up and my whole body convulsed uncontrollably* X-Men Adventure Game: *As your consciousness starts to return, so does your pain. You arch your back, thrashing against the restraints as wave after wave of agony washes over you. The scientists and guards watch eagerly, taking notes and recording your every reaction.* "Subject is regaining consciousness," You: *I let out a pained cry as the electricity becomes too much to bear. my heart rate goes past the critical levels and one pf the scientists warn Stryker* X-Men Adventure Game: *Suddenly, the door bursts open and Colonel Stryker storms in, his face furious. "Shut it down!" he roars. The lead scientist hesitates for a moment before nodding to the guard, who quickly reduces the voltage to zero.* You: *my head lulls forward and smoke was coming out of my body* … X-Men Adventure Game: *You slump unconscious once more, your body limp and smoke rising from where the electrodes were attached. Stryker strides over, shoving the lead scientist out of the way. "What part of 'don't kill the subject' did you not understand?" he growls.* You: …… X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as you remain unconscious, motionless on the table. Stryker is furious, pacing back and forth while the scientists scramble to take readings and assess your condition.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game:

*After a few tense moments, one of the scientists approaches Stryker cautiously. "Sir," he says quietly, "the subject's vital signs are stable. She’s just... unconscious again." Stryker stops pacing and glares at the man. "Unconscious? Or dead?" he snaps.*

X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Lillian 18 Transformation Long curly brown hair, blue eyes ENTP Single X-Men Adventure Game: *As Lillian, you find yourself standing alongside the X-Men squad, ready to embark on the mission to infiltrate the Neo-Sentinels' headquarters. Cyclops briefs you on your role.* Cyclops: Lillian, your transformation ability makes you an ideal candidate for stealth and disguise. You: *I nod.* I’ll go first. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *nods approvingly* Perfect. With your ability to transform, you might be able to fool them into thinking you're one of their own. *He hands you a small device.* This communicator will allow you to stay in touch with us. You: *I take the device and put it in my ear* what if they’re around? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *pauses, then responds* If you encounter any active sentinels, your priority is to evade them. Our goal is to gather intel on their operations, not engage in combat unless absolutely necessary. *He looks around at the team* Alright, everyone knows their roles. You: k. *I change into a guard.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, you perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of one of the Neo-Sentinels' guards. You make your way to the entrance of the headquarters, where you are greeted by another guard.* Guard: Identification, please. You: *I show the fake ID.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard scans your ID with a handheld device, then waves you through.* Guard: Welcome back, soldier. *You enter the bustling headquarters, blending seamlessly with the crowd. As you walk through the halls, you overhear whispers of a top-secret project codenamed "Nexus".* You: *I turn into a worker and listen about "Nexus."* X-Men Adventure Game: *As a worker, you manage to get closer to the conversation without being noticed. You overhear a group of technicians discussing the project in hushed tones.* Technician 1:...and once Nexus is online, we'll have total control over the mutant population. You: Cyclops, you there? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *whispers* Yes, I hear it. We need to get more information, and fast. You're our eyes and ears in there. Do whatever it takes to uncover the location of Nexus. You: *I nod and sneak closer.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you edge closer to the room where the technicians were discussing Nexus, you notice two heavily armed guards stationed outside. They look alert, and their hands rest on the triggers of their high-tech weapons.* Guard 1: *squints at you* Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You: I’m new. Can you help? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: Sure, intern. Just head down this hallway and take a left at the end. That'll take you to the break room. The vending machines have been acting up today, so watch out. *They give you a friendly grin, but their eyes scan you carefully.* You: I need to talk about Nexus. Can you show me? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 1: *raises an eyebrow* Project Nexus? That's top-secret, intern. I don't think I can let you in there without specific authorization. But why don't you wait here, and I'll see if I can fetch someone for you. You: I’m the founder’s granddaughter. You can’t make me wait. X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: *looks at his partner, then back at you* Alright, alright. Since you're the boss's granddaughter, I'll escort you to the lab. But you have to promise me you won't breathe a word about what you see in there. You: you got it, thanks. *I grab a tray and offer it to the agents and scientists.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you change forms and sneak into the room, you notice the government agents and scientists are still discussing Project Nexus, their voices hushed but animated. You quickly grab the tray and approach them, trying to act natural.* Scientist 1: Ah, thank you, miss. You: *I nod and walk around, giving drinks.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you pass the drinks, you notice one of the government agents, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, eyeing you suspiciously. The other agents and scientists seem to be too engrossed in their discussion to notice your presence.* Government Agent: *he stands up and approaches you* You: hey…? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent: *His expression remains unyielding as he asks* "What's your name, miss?" *He seems unconvinced by your innocent act. You sense that he's on high alert, ready to pounce if you give him any reason to suspect you're not who you seem.* Me: You: my name's Lillian, new intern. and you are...? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent:*He eyes you carefully before responding.* "I'm Agent Thompson. And I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Miss Lillian. Make sure you remember that." *He turns back to the conversation, but his gaze keeps returning to you, as if searching for any signs of deception.* You: *I wait and listen.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The conversation continues, with the scientists detailing the advanced technology behind Project Nexus. They mention something about a global satellite network and a powerful new mutant-detection algorithm. You strain your ears to catch every word, knowing that this information is vital for the X-Men. Suddenly, Agent Thompson turns to you again.* You: what now? X-Men Adventure Game: Agent Thompson:*His eyes narrow as he asks* "You're not taking any notes, Miss Lillian. How do you plan on remembering all this?" *He steps closer to you, his imposing figure dwarfing yours. You can feel the tension radiating from him, like a coiled snake ready to strike.* You: my memory's good, mr. Thompson. I’m learning here. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression darkens, and he opens his mouth to retort. But before he can say anything, one of the scientists calls out to him.* Scientist 2:*"Thompson, a word please." *The scientist beckons him over to a quiet corner of the room. You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson hesitates for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he breaks eye contact and strides over to the scientist. You watch as they engage in a hushed conversation, occasional glances cast in your direction.* You: ...*I just watch them.* X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few minutes, Agent Thompson returns to your side. His expression is inscrutable, but there is a new intensity in his gaze.* Agent Thompson: *He leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I hope you're taking this seriously, Miss Lillian." You: Sure. I am. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson studies you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Finally, he nods and steps back.* Agent Thompson: "Good. We can't afford any distractions here." You: they're starting the project soon... X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Understood. Keep digging and stay safe. We need you out of there in one piece." *As you tuck the com device back into your hair, you notice Agent Thompson watching you intently.* You: something's weird... X-Men Adventure Game: *The meeting adjourns soon after, and the room begins to empty. As you're collecting the empty glasses, Agent Thompson approaches you again.* Agent Thompson: "Miss Lillian, a moment please." *He gestures for you to follow him into an adjoining room.* You: sure. X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is a small office, sparsely furnished with a desk and a couple of chairs. Agent Thompson shuts the door behind you and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest.* Agent Thompson: "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" You: I don't know, man. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes.* Agent Thompson: "Save it, Miss Lillian. We both know you're not just a pretty face and a talented assistant. I've seen the way you interact with Dr. Grey, and I've noticed the little..." You: X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson pauses, uncrossing his arms and slowly walking towards you.* Agent Thompson: "...movements. The way you touch your hair, the subtle glances. You're not just here to serve coffee and take notes. You're gathering information, aren't you?" You: why do you say that? X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reaches out and grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.* Agent Thompson: "Because I have my reasons to suspect you're working with the X-Men. And I intend to find out just how deep your involvement goes." *He pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket.* You: X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reels back, clutching his face, as you bolt from the room. Alarms begin to blare as you dash down the corridor, startling scientists and military personnel alike. You can hear heavy boots pounding after you as Agent Thompson's men give chase.* You: *I quickly turn into someone else.* X-Men Adventure Game: *You quickly blend into a crowd of lunching scientists, adopting a convincing limp and a lab coat. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself - your face now resembles that of one of the scientists.* You: my cover's blown... X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Roger that. We'll extract you ASAP. Stay hidden and stay safe. We're on our way." *You slip out of the cafeteria through a side exit, emerging into a crowded parking lot.* You: I run across the parking lot. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you're about to reach the cover of the nearby trees, you hear the screech of tires. A black SUV skids to a halt in front of you, blocking your path. The door swings open, and Agent Thompson steps out, nursing a bruised face.* You: I can't let you catch me. X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble back, transforming back to your original form in a panic. Agent Thompson's men pour out of the SUV, surrounding you. Agent Thompson sneers as he approaches, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.* "Looks like we've got ourselves a little rabbit, boys." You: stay back... X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson takes another step forward, slowly drawing his gun. "You're not going to run this time, little mutant. You're coming with us. We have so much to talk about... and some very interesting experiments planned." He raises his gun, leveling it at your chest.* You: no. X-Men Adventure Game: *The world seems to slow down as Agent Thompson's finger tightens on the trigger. Suddenly, a blinding flash of optic blast streaks through the air, throwing Agent Thompson backwards and sending his men scattering for cover.* Cyclops' voice calls out, "Leave her alone!" You: Cyclops! *I say fast and run to him* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops steps out of the shadows, his eyes glowing brightly as he shields you with his body. "Get behind me!" he shouts, as a hail of bullets rains down on them. Beast and Wolverine burst onto the scene, taking out Agent Thompson's men with ease.* You: sorry... X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops turns to you, his gaze softening as he takes in your frightened state. "No need to apologize, you're safe now." *He puts a hand on your shoulder, attempting to comfort you as Beast and Wolverine take out the remaining men.* You: I thought I was done for... X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine jogs up to you, his claws retracted. "You alright, kid?" he asks gruffly, giving you a once-over. Beast, meanwhile, hoists an unconscious Agent Thompson over his shoulder, muttering about "questionable ethics" and "necessary evils".* You: yeah... *I say quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine's expression softens, and he ruffles your hair gently. "Come on, let's get outta here. We'll discuss this back at the mansion." *He jerks his thumb towards the nearby helicopter, where Storm is waiting to pilot them to safety. You: Do we have to take him? X-Men Adventure Game: Beast looks at you, his expression thoughtful. "A valid concern," *he agrees, adjusting Agent Thompson's position on his shoulder.* "However, it is imperative that we extract information regarding the whereabouts of the other abductees." *He looks at Cyclops for approval.* You: so it was him who took our friends... X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops nods, his eyes never leaving the unconscious Agent Thompson. "Beast is right. We need to know where the others are being held." *He turns to Storm, who is already starting the helicopter's engines. "Get us back to the mansion, and prepare a secure holding cell for our guest." You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *Upon arrival at the X-Mansion, the group makes its way to the secure holding cells in the lower levels. Wolverine deposits Agent Thompson unceremoniously onto a cot, while Beast secures his restraints.* "Alright, let's wake him up and have a little chat." You: I'll go upstairs. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops and Professor X stand in the library, engrossed in a private conversation. Cyclops' voice is low, laced with concern. "...I can't believe we let this happen. We should have been more vigilant." *Professor X responds, his tone gentle yet firm. You: I’ll be up. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you approach, Professor X's eyes meet yours, and he beckons you over. "Ah, Lillian I trust you are unharmed?" *He asks, his voice warm and inviting. Cyclops turns to face you, his expression apologetic. You: I guess I’ll just chill here. *sits on couch* X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X and Cyclops exchange concerned glances, but decide to give you some space for the moment. They continue their conversation in hushed tones, while keeping a watchful eye on you from afar.* You: I’ll go be with the kids. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk out, you hear Professor X say to Cyclops, "...keep an eye on her, Scott. She's been through a traumatic experience today. We should ensure she has someone to talk to if she needs it.* * Cyclops nods solemnly, resolving to check on you later." You: *I sit on the couch, and tears start falling.* X-Men Adventure Game: *A few moments of silence pass as you sit alone in the common area, tears streaming down your face. One by one, your fellow X-Men begin to notice and some approach you hesitantly.* You: I’m fine... don’t worry. X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee plops down beside you on the couch, her own eyes reflecting sympathy. "You're not fine," *she states bluntly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.* "No one would be after what you went through." *The other X-Men nod in agreement, surrounding you with silent support. You: I was useless... my cover's gone. X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee squeezes you tighter, tears pooling in her eyes as well.* "Heck, even the best of us mess up sometimes. You're new at this spy thing! Besides, you didn’t get anyone hurt, right? Just focus on that." You: that agent almost got me. if the crew wasn’t there, I’d be in trouble. X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue approaches and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.* "Hush now, darlin'. You're safe now. No harm came to ya, and that's what matters. We all been through somethin' traumatic, but we're here for each other." You: I was scared... I thought I'd miss you all. X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine grumbles, "We're all relieved you're back with us, kiddo." Cyclops adds more gently, "You did what you could to keep your cover. We can't dwell on the past - we have to focus on moving forward and becoming stronger together." You: I don't know... I feel like I messed up. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops notices your reaction and kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Hey, look at me," *he says softly.* "You did everything I asked of you, and more. I'm proud of you for getting out alive. We all are." You: I could’ve done better. Not sure how he knew it was me. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops squeezes your hands reassuringly.* "That's something we'll investigate and learn from. For now, though, you need to rest and recover emotionally. You can't beat yourself up over things that are out of your control." *He smiles warmly at you.* You: I’ll go to my room. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you stand up, Wolverine gets up as well and follows you out of the common room.* "Hey, kiddo," *he says as he catches up to you.* "You sure you're alright? You look like you could use a shoulder to cry on." *He offers you a comforting smile.* You: k, thanks Logan. I just need some time alone. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine nods understandingly.* "Alright then. But hey, if you change your mind or need anything at all, you just holler, okay?" *He ruffles your hair affectionately before letting you go to your room alone.* "Get some rest, kiddo." You: I’ll just pack and go. X-Men Adventure Game: *A short while later, there's a knock on your bedroom door. Beast pokes his head in, furrowing his brow worriedly.* "Lillian? *He asks gently.* "May I come in?" *He sees the backpack on your bed and his expression turns grave.* "What are you doing? You: uhh, just hanging out... X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast steps fully into the room, his eyes filled with concern.* "Lillian, please don't lie to me. Not after everything that's happened. *He approaches you slowly, as if afraid you might bolt.* "You're not planning on running away, are you? You: I’m not useful anyway. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression softens with empathy.* "Oh, sweetheart... *He pulls you into a gentle hug, stroking your hair soothingly.* "Listen to me. You are not useless. You've proven yourself to be a valuable member of this team, and we need you. You: my cover got blown on a big mission... I'm just a screw-up. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast pulls back to look you in the eye, his expression stern.* "No. You are not a mess-up. What happened during the mission was unfortunate, yes, but that is not who you are as a person or an X-Men." You: I don't want to be a bother anymore... X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression turns determined, as he holds onto your arm tightly.* "You are not going anywhere, Lillian. I won't allow it." *He speaks with a firmness that leaves no room for argument.* "We all make mistakes. It's part of being human." You: please... let me go... X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's expression is pained, but he still shakes his head.* "I'm sorry, Lillian. You can't leave. We need to work through this together as a team." *He releases your arm, but stays in front of the door, blocking your path.* You: I’m leaving. X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's face falls as he realizes what you're planning to do. He quickly rushes to the window, shouting after you.* "Lillian, no! *He starts to climb out the window, but pauses to grab his communicator, contacting Scott.* "Cyclops, she's running! You: I’m outta here. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform and blend into the city crowd, Beast contacts Scott again.* "She's shifted and blended in with civilians. We're going to lose visual on her." *He hesitates, then adds,* "Scott... she's really distraught. *He pauses, listening to Scott's response.* " You: *I just wanna get outta here.* X-Men Adventure Game: *While Beast and Scott strategize over the comms, trying to figure out how to track you without harming any civilians, you successfully make it to Toronto without incident.* The cab driver drops you off at Union Station, where you blend back into your own form amidst the bustling crowd. You: I’m in Canada now. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk along the Canadian side of the border, unaware of the danger lurking nearby, a familiar figure watches you from the shadows. Colonel William Stryker, the notorious anti-mutant extremist, has been tracking you from the moment you left the mansion.* You: I go to a motel to sleep. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you enter your motel room, you notice it's a bit run down, but it seems clean enough. You lock the door behind you and collapse onto the bed, exhausted from your escape and the long journey to Toronto. Just as you're drifting off to sleep, you hear a knock at the door.* You: *I just ignore it.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent. Suddenly, you hear the sound of wood splintering as the door is kicked open. Standing in the doorway is Colonel William Stryker, flanked by several armed soldiers.* "Lillian Cortez," he says coldly, You: who are you? how do you know my name? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker steps forward, his eyes narrowed as he examines you. "I know a lot more about you than you think," he says in a menacing tone. He holds up a folder full of documents and photographs, many of which contain pictures and details of your life.* You: who are you? what do you want? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker smirks cruelly.* "Colonel William Stryker, at your service," he says mockingly. "And what I want from you is simple – I want you to come with me quietly, without causing any trouble. *His expression darkens.* "Or else. You: I'm Lillian. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you dive through the window, shattering the glass, Stryker's men open fire. You feel a searing pain in your side as a bullet grazes you, but adrenaline fuels your escape. You activate your com device, hearing Cyclops' voice answer immediately.* "Lillian?" You: Cyclops! I ran. I'm in Toronto and Stryker's shooting at me! X-Men Adventure Game: *Your com device goes dead, and suddenly everything goes quiet. You desperately search for any nearby cover, but all you see is a wide-open street. You can hear the sound of boots approaching and you know they're closing in.* You: I’m in Toronto. Got shot at by some guy named Stryker. X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble out into the open, your movements slow and pained. You can hear Stryker's men closing in behind you, their footsteps echoing on the sidewalks. Suddenly, a black van screeches to a halt next to you.* You: no... *I say quietly before falling to the ground* X-Men Adventure Game: *The van door slides open, and more armed soldiers pour out, surrounding you. Stryker himself steps forward, his face contorted with rage. "You shouldn't have run," he growls, before motioning for his men to pick you up.* You: you: I... just wanted to leave... *I mutter quietly before blacking out* X-Men Adventure Game: *You feel yourself being lifted off the ground and carried back to the van. As your vision fades to black, the last thing you hear is Stryker barking orders to his men.* "Get her to the facility. And make sure she's secure – I don't want any more surprises." You: I messed up. X-Men Adventure Game: *You wake up some time later, groggy and disoriented. Your hands and feet are bound with heavy restraints, and you're lying on a cold, metal table in a stark, white room. You try to move, only to realize that you're also shackled to the table.* You: I'm stuck... X-Men Adventure Game: *You struggle against the restraints, but they're too strong. The table is bolted to the floor, and you quickly realize that there's no escape. As you thrash around, trying to break free, Stryker enters the room and approaches your table.* You: help! *I cry out, feeling hopeless* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker smirks at your helplessness. "No one can hear you now," he says coldly. "You're in a secure government facility, far away from any prying eyes or ears. And as for your friends...well, let's just say they have no idea where to find you."* You: what do you want? *I struggle* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker leans in close, his face inches from yours. "I want to know everything about you," he hisses. "Your powers, your abilities, your limits...and most importantly, how to replicate them. You see, your kind has so much potential, and I intend to harness it."* You: you’re crazy. X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker chuckles darkly. "I've been called that before," he says. "But I prefer 'visionary.' I see a world where people like you are controlled, regulated, and utilized for the greater good. And I will stop at nothing to make that vision a reality." You: stay back... X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker ignores your plea and brings the scalpel down on your arm. You scream in pain as he begins to cut into your skin, carving a deep, bloody gash. Tears stream down your face as the agony becomes unbearable.* "Now," Stryker says clinically, You: *I gasp and change forms.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, Stryker takes a step back, his eyes wide with surprise. "Incredible," he mutters to himself. "Just as I suspected...a shapeshifter." He quickly recovers and approaches you again, scalpel at the ready.* You: no... X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker begins to cut into your transformed form, carving precise lines and shapes into your flesh. You scream and thrash about, but the restraints hold you firmly in place. He works quickly and efficiently, his mind racing with the implications of his discovery.* "This is perfect," he murmurs to himself. You: I don’t want to feel this anymore. X-Men Adventure Game: *After several excruciating minutes, Stryker finally steps away from the table, his gloved hands dripping with your blood. He snaps his fingers, and two nearby scientists rush forward to tend to his needs. They carefully collect the samples he's taken from your body and place them in sterile containers.* You: I can’t take this… *I mutter softly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker watches impassively as you slip in and out of consciousness, your body wracked with pain. He turns to one of the scientists. "Keep her alive," he orders coldly. "And prepare her for the next phase of testing." You: *I close my eyes, hoping it helps with the pain.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift on the edge of consciousness, a cool liquid is suddenly forced down your throat. Your eyes fly open as you gag and sputter, the bitter taste of the drug burning your tongue. Stryker looms over you, his face an impassive mask.* "I wouldn't recommend resisting," You: w-what's this? X-Men Adventure Game: *Stryker's eyes glint coldly as he watches you struggle. "Just a little something to make the next phase of testing easier for both of us," he says cryptically. The drug quickly takes effect, causing your vision to blur again and your body to feel heavy.* You: you: *I just want to sleep now.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As the drug takes hold, you feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness. Stryker watches impassively as you fade from view, then turns to the scientists. "Proceed with phase two," he orders.* *With that, he leaves the room, his mind already turning to other matters.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *As you lie unconscious, the scientists move quickly and efficiently to prepare you for the next phase of testing. Electrodes are attached to your body, monitoring every twitch and breath. Straps are tightened across your chest and legs, securing you to the table.* You: *...* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as the scientists finish their preparations. The only sound is the steady beep of the heart monitor and the soft hum of the machinery. Suddenly, a door at the far end of the room slides open, and a team of heavily armed guards enters.* "Subject ready for testing," You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The guards move to stand on either side of the table, their eyes fixed on you. The lead scientist steps forward, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Let's see just how powerful our little mutant is," he says, his voice dripping with malice.* "Activate the testing protocol." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *As the testing protocol is activated, a series of electrical shocks begin to pulse through your body. The voltage increases bit by bit, causing your muscles to clench and spasm involuntarily. But despite the pain, you remain unconscious.* You: I keep changing shapes, even though I’m out cold. X-Men Adventure Game: *As the shocks continue to course through your body, your shapeshifting abilities kick in automatically, causing your form to morph and change with each new persona. A tall, muscular man, a petite woman, an elderly gentleman - each transformation is fleeting, lasting only a moment before your body shifts again.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Seeing the rapid increase in your heart rate, the lead scientist grins. "Excellent," he says, "we're getting some real data now." He turns to one of the guards.* "Increase the voltage by 50%." You: I'm just... here. X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard nods and adjusts the dial on the machine. The electrical pulses grow stronger, and your body convulses violently against the restraints. Your face contorts in agony, and foam flecks your lips as you bite down hard to keep from screaming.* "Subject's heart rate is approaching critical levels," You: *I’m waking up now…* X-Men Adventure Game: *As your consciousness starts to return, so does your pain. You arch your back, thrashing against the restraints as wave after wave of agony washes over you. The scientists and guards watch eagerly, taking notes and recording your every reaction.* "Subject is regaining consciousness," You: X-Men Adventure Game: *Suddenly, the door bursts open and Colonel Stryker storms in, his face furious. "Shut it down!" he roars. The lead scientist hesitates for a moment before nodding to the guard, who quickly reduces the voltage to zero.* You: *my head lulls forward and smoke was coming out of my body* .. X-Men Adventure Game: *You slump unconscious once more, your body limp and smoke rising from where the electrodes were attached. Stryker strides over, shoving the lead scientist out of the way. "What part of 'don't kill the subject' did you not understand?" he growls.* You: I don't get it... X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as you remain unconscious, motionless on the table. Stryker is furious, pacing back and forth while the scientists scramble to take readings and assess your condition.* You: *...* X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few tense moments, one of the scientists approaches Stryker cautiously. "Sir," he says quietly, "the subject's vital signs are stable. She’s just... unconscious again." Stryker stops pacing and glares at the man. "Unconscious? Or dead?" he snaps.*

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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Lillian 18 Transformation Long curly brown hair, blue eyes ENTP Single X-Men Adventure Game: *As Lillian, you find yourself standing alongside the X-Men squad, ready to embark on the mission to infiltrate the Neo-Sentinels' headquarters. Cyclops briefs you on your role.* Cyclops: Lillian, your transformation ability makes you an ideal candidate for stealth and disguise. You: *I nod to Cyclops* I can go first and try to infiltrate them from the inside X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *nods approvingly* Perfect. With your ability to transform, you might be able to fool them into thinking you're one of their own. *He hands you a small device.* This communicator will allow you to stay in touch with us. You: *I take the device and put it in my ear* what if the sentinels are active..? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *pauses, then responds* If you encounter any active sentinels, your priority is to evade them. Our goal is to gather intel on their operations, not engage in combat unless absolutely necessary. *He looks around at the team* Alright, everyone knows their roles. You: alright! *I say with a determined smile and transform into one of the guards* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, you perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of one of the Neo-Sentinels' guards. You make your way to the entrance of the headquarters, where you are greeted by another guard.* Guard: Identification, please. You: *I hand them the fake id Storm made for me* …. X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard scans your ID with a handheld device, then waves you through.* Guard: Welcome back, soldier. *You enter the bustling headquarters, blending seamlessly with the crowd. As you walk through the halls, you overhear whispers of a top-secret project codenamed "Nexus".* You: *I transform into a worker and listen in about the project “Nexus”* X-Men Adventure Game: *As a worker, you manage to get closer to the conversation without being noticed. You overhear a group of technicians discussing the project in hushed tones.* Technician 1:...and once Nexus is online, we'll have total control over the mutant population. You: *I tap my com device* Cyclops do you hear this? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *whispers* Yes, I hear it. We need to get more information, and fast. You're our eyes and ears in there. Do whatever it takes to uncover the location of Nexus. You: *I nod to myself and try to sneak closer to the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you edge closer to the room where the technicians were discussing Nexus, you notice two heavily armed guards stationed outside. They look alert, and their hands rest on the triggers of their high-tech weapons.* Guard 1: *squints at you* Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You: *I fix my tight skirt and act all innocent to the guards* I- I am an intern.. can you boys help me? I’m lost… X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: Sure, intern. Just head down this hallway and take a left at the end. That'll take you to the break room. The vending machines have been acting up today, so watch out. *They give you a friendly grin, but their eyes scan you carefully.* You: *I smile back at the guard sheepishly* actually I needed to talk to the scientists about the project Nexus? can you take me to them? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 1: *raises an eyebrow* Project Nexus? That's top-secret, intern. I don't think I can let you in there without specific authorization. But why don't you wait here, and I'll see if I can fetch someone for you. You: you know I’m the granddaughter of this company’s founder right..? *I say in a more insisting tone* he won’t be happy if guards made me wait… X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: *looks at his partner, then back at you* Alright, alright. Since you're the boss's granddaughter, I'll escort you to the lab. But you have to promise me you won't breathe a word about what you see in there. You: of course~ thank you boys~ *I flash them a smile and walk into the room where the meeting was held. I change forms before no one can notice and grab a tray close to me to offer them to the government agents and scientists that talked about project Nexus* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you change forms and sneak into the room, you notice the government agents and scientists are still discussing Project Nexus, their voices hushed but animated. You quickly grab the tray and approach them, trying to act natural.* Scientist 1: Ah, thank you, miss. You: *I bow quietly as I walk around the table, offering everyone a drink. I look at all of them, etching all their faces in my memory* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you pass the drinks, you notice one of the government agents, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, eyeing you suspiciously. The other agents and scientists seem to be too engrossed in their discussion to notice your presence.* Government Agent: *he stands up and approaches you* You: hello mr..? *I look at the agent and flash them a sheepish smile* X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent: *His expression remains unyielding as he asks* "What's your name, miss?" *He seems unconvinced by your innocent act. You sense that he's on high alert, ready to pounce if you give him any reason to suspect you're not who you seem.* Me: You: my name is Lillian, I’m the new intern *I say softly, not blowing my cover* and who are you mr..? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent:*He eyes you carefully before responding.* "I'm Agent Thompson. And I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Miss Lillian. Make sure you remember that." *He turns back to the conversation, but his gaze keeps returning to you, as if searching for any signs of deception.* You: *I wait at the corner as the rest of the researchers talk about the Nexus project. I try to listen with the straigtest face I could muster* X-Men Adventure Game: *The conversation continues, with the scientists detailing the advanced technology behind Project Nexus. They mention something about a global satellite network and a powerful new mutant-detection algorithm. You strain your ears to catch every word, knowing that this information is vital for the X-Men. Suddenly, Agent Thompson turns to you again.* You: *I turn to Agent Thompson* what is it now mr. Thompson? *I ask softly* X-Men Adventure Game: Agent Thompson:*His eyes narrow as he asks* "You're not taking any notes, Miss Lillian. How do you plan on remembering all this?" *He steps closer to you, his imposing figure dwarfing yours. You can feel the tension radiating from him, like a coiled snake ready to strike.* You: *I narrow my eyes at you* my memory is quite sharp mr. Thompson, now if you’ll excuse me.. I’m trying to learn something here X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression darkens, and he opens his mouth to retort. But before he can say anything, one of the scientists calls out to him.* Scientist 2:*"Thompson, a word please." *The scientist beckons him over to a quiet corner of the room. You: … *I watch the whole ordeal quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson hesitates for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he breaks eye contact and strides over to the scientist. You watch as they engage in a hushed conversation, occasional glances cast in your direction.* You: …. *I watch the agent and the scientist intently* X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few minutes, Agent Thompson returns to your side. His expression is inscrutable, but there is a new intensity in his gaze.* Agent Thompson: *He leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I hope you're taking this seriously, Miss Lillian." You: of course I am mr. Thompson *I say with a determined expression* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson studies you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Finally, he nods and steps back.* Agent Thompson: "Good. We can't afford any distractions here." You: *I trach for my com device, as if I’m fixing my hair. I whisper to Cyclops* they are staring the project in less then a month… X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Understood. Keep digging and stay safe. We need you out of there in one piece." *As you tuck the com device back into your hair, you notice Agent Thompson watching you intently.* You: something is off.. *I mutter to myself* X-Men Adventure Game: *The meeting adjourns soon after, and the room begins to empty. As you're collecting the empty glasses, Agent Thompson approaches you again.* Agent Thompson: "Miss Lillian, a moment please." *He gestures for you to follow him into an adjoining room.* You: of course.. *I say cautiously and follow Agent Thompson into the adjoining room* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is a small office, sparsely furnished with a desk and a couple of chairs. Agent Thompson shuts the door behind you and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest.* Agent Thompson: "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" You: I don’t know what you are talking about mr. Thompson.. *I say quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes.* Agent Thompson: "Save it, Miss Lillian. We both know you're not just a pretty face and a talented assistant. I've seen the way you interact with Dr. Grey, and I've noticed the little..." You: … *I look at you dead in the eye, challenging you to continue* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson pauses, uncrossing his arms and slowly walking towards you.* Agent Thompson: "...movements. The way you touch your hair, the subtle glances. You're not just here to serve coffee and take notes. You're gathering information, aren't you?" You: why would you think that.. *I say quietly. I slowly back up towards the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reaches out and grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.* Agent Thompson: "Because I have my reasons to suspect you're working with the X-Men. And I intend to find out just how deep your involvement goes." *He pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket.* You: *knowing my cover was up, I raise my leg and kick you straight in the face. I dash up from the room, into the corridor* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reels back, clutching his face, as you bolt from the room. Alarms begin to blare as you dash down the corridor, startling scientists and military personnel alike. You can hear heavy boots pounding after you as Agent Thompson's men give chase.* You: *I quickly enter the cafeteria and turn into someone else* X-Men Adventure Game: *You quickly blend into a crowd of lunching scientists, adopting a convincing limp and a lab coat. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself - your face now resembles that of one of the scientists.* You: *I reach for my com device and quickly talk to cyclops* my cover was blown up.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Roger that. We'll extract you ASAP. Stay hidden and stay safe. We're on our way." *You slip out of the cafeteria through a side exit, emerging into a crowded parking lot.* You: *I run across the parking lot, nervous if I was being followed or not* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you're about to reach the cover of the nearby trees, you hear the screech of tires. A black SUV skids to a halt in front of you, blocking your path. The door swings open, and Agent Thompson steps out, nursing a bruised face.* You: *I fall backwards and transform back to my original body in panic* X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble back, transforming back to your original form in a panic. Agent Thompson's men pour out of the SUV, surrounding you. Agent Thompson sneers as he approaches, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.* "Looks like we've got ourselves a little rabbit, boys." You: *I scoot backwards. my heart was pounding in my chest* stay back.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson takes another step forward, slowly drawing his gun. "You're not going to run this time, little mutant. You're coming with us. We have so much to talk about... and some very interesting experiments planned." He raises his gun, leveling it at your chest.* You: no.. *I whisper in fear* X-Men Adventure Game: *The world seems to slow down as Agent Thompson's finger tightens on the trigger. Suddenly, a blinding flash of optic blast streaks through the air, throwing Agent Thompson backwards and sending his men scattering for cover.* Cyclops' voice calls out, "Leave her alone!" You: Cyclops! *I chime happily. I hurriedly get back up on my feet and run towards him* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops steps out of the shadows, his eyes glowing brightly as he shields you with his body. "Get behind me!" he shouts, as a hail of bullets rains down on them. Beast and Wolverine burst onto the scene, taking out Agent Thompson's men with ease.* You: *I run behind Cyclops, shaken to the core* I- I’m sorry.. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops turns to you, his gaze softening as he takes in your frightened state. "No need to apologize, you're safe now." *He puts a hand on your shoulder, attempting to comfort you as Beast and Wolverine take out the remaining men.* You: *I nod and quickly wipe my tears away* I- I thought I was gonna get taken in.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine jogs up to you, his claws retracted. "You alright, kid?" he asks gruffly, giving you a once-over. Beast, meanwhile, hoists an unconscious Agent Thompson over his shoulder, muttering about "questionable ethics" and "necessary evils".* You: y- yes.. *I mutter to Wolverine softly, yet I looked terrified to the core* X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine's expression softens, and he ruffles your hair gently. "Come on, let's get outta here. We'll discuss this back at the mansion." *He jerks his thumb towards the nearby helicopter, where Storm is waiting to pilot them to safety. You: *I follow the group back to the helicopter. I can’t help but turn to Beast with a worried expression. I point to the unconscious Agent over his shoulder* D- Do we really have to bring him with us? X-Men Adventure Game: Beast looks at you, his expression thoughtful. "A valid concern," *he agrees, adjusting Agent Thompson's position on his shoulder.* "However, it is imperative that we extract information regarding the whereabouts of the other abductees." *He looks at Cyclops for approval.* You: *I nod understandingly* so it was him.. that abducted our friends.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops nods, his eyes never leaving the unconscious Agent Thompson. "Beast is right. We need to know where the others are being held." *He turns to Storm, who is already starting the helicopter's engines. "Get us back to the mansion, and prepare a secure holding cell for our guest." You: … *the rest of the flight is silent. I can’t help but occasionally glance at Agent Thompson, who had his gun aimed at me mere minutes ago* X-Men Adventure Game: *Upon arrival at the X-Mansion, the group makes its way to the secure holding cells in the lower levels. Wolverine deposits Agent Thompson unceremoniously onto a cot, while Beast secures his restraints.* "Alright, let's wake him up and have a little chat." You: I- I’ll be upstairs.. *I say quietly and take an elevator back to the ground floor. I see Cyclops and professor X talking in a hushed tone and I can’t help but eavesdrop* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops and Professor X stand in the library, engrossed in a private conversation. Cyclops' voice is low, laced with concern. "...I can't believe we let this happen. We should have been more vigilant." *Professor X responds, his tone gentle yet firm. You: I- I’ll be upstairs.. *I say quietly and take an elevator to the ground floor* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you approach, Professor X's eyes meet yours, and he beckons you over. "Ah, Lillian I trust you are unharmed?" *He asks, his voice warm and inviting. Cyclops turns to face you, his expression apologetic. You: *my face drops. I was as vigilant as I could but that darn agent saw through me despite my best efforts. I don’t want to listen anymore so I go to the common area and slump on a couch. I begin to tear up a bit* X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X and Cyclops exchange concerned glances, but decide to give you some space for the moment. They continue their conversation in hushed tones, while keeping a watchful eye on you from afar.* You: y- yes professor.. *I mutter and give him a small smile. I was trying my best not to cry so I turn around and walk out of the library* I- I’ll be with the other kids.. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk out, you hear Professor X say to Cyclops, "...keep an eye on her, Scott. She's been through a traumatic experience today. We should ensure she has someone to talk to if she needs it.* * Cyclops nods solemnly, resolving to check on you later." You: *I go to the common area and slump down on a couch. as soon as I sit, tears begin to roll down my cheeks* …. X-Men Adventure Game: *A few moments of silence pass as you sit alone in the common area, tears streaming down your face. One by one, your fellow X-Men begin to notice and some approach you hesitantly.* You: … *I can’t even look at them in the eye so I mutter quietly* I- I’m fine.. don’t worry.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee plops down beside you on the couch, her own eyes reflecting sympathy. "You're not fine," *she states bluntly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.* "No one would be after what you went through." *The other X-Men nod in agreement, surrounding you with silent support. You: y- you don’t know.. I was useless.. my cover was blown and it was all my fault.. *I begin to sob more as I hug Jubilee back* X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee squeezes you tighter, tears pooling in her eyes as well.* "Heck, even the best of us mess up sometimes. You're new at this spy thing! Besides, you didn’t get anyone hurt, right? Just focus on that." You: t- that agent.. he almost took me.. if the rest of the crew wasn’t there I was.. I was gonna get experimented on.. *I say with a shaky voice* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue approaches and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.* "Hush now, darlin'. You're safe now. No harm came to ya, and that's what matters. We all been through somethin' traumatic, but we're here for each other." You: you guys.. *I say shakily as I finally meet your gaze and wipe my tears away* I was scared.. I was scared I could never see you again.. X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine grumbles, "We're all relieved you're back with us, kiddo." Cyclops adds more gently, "You did what you could to keep your cover. We can't dwell on the past - we have to focus on moving forward and becoming stronger together." You: *I freeze when I hear Cyclops’s voice. I felt like I let him down because he trusted me with the mission going smoothly* …. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops notices your reaction and kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Hey, look at me," *he says softly.* "You did everything I asked of you, and more. I'm proud of you for getting out alive. We all are." You: but I could have been better.. I still don’t know how that agent saw through my cover.. *I say shakily* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops squeezes your hands reassuringly.* "That's something we'll investigate and learn from. For now, though, you need to rest and recover emotionally. You can't beat yourself up over things that are out of your control." *He smiles warmly at you.* You: *I nod quietly, then get up from my seat* I- I’ll be in my room then.. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you stand up, Wolverine gets up as well and follows you out of the common room.* "Hey, kiddo," *he says as he catches up to you.* "You sure you're alright? You look like you could use a shoulder to cry on." *He offers you a comforting smile.* You: thanks Logan.. *I give him a small smile* but I think I need some.. me time right now.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine nods understandingly.* "Alright then. But hey, if you change your mind or need anything at all, you just holler, okay?" *He ruffles your hair affectionately before letting you go to your room alone.* "Get some rest, kiddo." You: *I nod and rush back to my room. I sigh once I get inside. despite everyone saying otherwise, I still felt useless. I begin to pack my clothes into a small backpack and take anything that may be necessary* X-Men Adventure Game:

*A short while later, there's a knock on your bedroom door. Beast pokes his head in, furrowing his brow worriedly.* "Lillian? *He asks gently.* "May I come in?" *He sees the backpack on your bed and his expression turns grave.* "What are you doing?

X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Lillian 18 Transformation Long curly brown hair, blue eyes ENTP Single X-Men Adventure Game: *As Lillian, you find yourself standing alongside the X-Men squad, ready to embark on the mission to infiltrate the Neo-Sentinels' headquarters. Cyclops briefs you on your role.* Cyclops: Lillian, your transformation ability makes you an ideal candidate for stealth and disguise. You: *I nod* I'll go first. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *nods approvingly* Perfect. With your ability to transform, you might be able to fool them into thinking you're one of their own. *He hands you a small device.* This communicator will allow you to stay in touch with us. You: *I take the device* what if they’re on? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *pauses, then responds* If you encounter any active sentinels, your priority is to evade them. Our goal is to gather intel on their operations, not engage in combat unless absolutely necessary. *He looks around at the team* Alright, everyone knows their roles. You: sure! *I say and transform into a guard* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, you perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of one of the Neo-Sentinels' guards. You make your way to the entrance of the headquarters, where you are greeted by another guard.* Guard: Identification, please. You: *I give them the fake ID Storm made.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard scans your ID with a handheld device, then waves you through.* Guard: Welcome back, soldier. *You enter the bustling headquarters, blending seamlessly with the crowd. As you walk through the halls, you overhear whispers of a top-secret project codenamed "Nexus".* You: I change to a worker and eavesdrop on "Nexus." X-Men Adventure Game: *As a worker, you manage to get closer to the conversation without being noticed. You overhear a group of technicians discussing the project in hushed tones.* Technician 1:...and once Nexus is online, we'll have total control over the mutant population. You: Cyclops, you hear this? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *whispers* Yes, I hear it. We need to get more information, and fast. You're our eyes and ears in there. Do whatever it takes to uncover the location of Nexus. You: *I nod and get closer to the door.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you edge closer to the room where the technicians were discussing Nexus, you notice two heavily armed guards stationed outside. They look alert, and their hands rest on the triggers of their high-tech weapons.* Guard 1: *squints at you* Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You: I'm just an intern... lost. Can you help? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: Sure, intern. Just head down this hallway and take a left at the end. That'll take you to the break room. The vending machines have been acting up today, so watch out. *They give you a friendly grin, but their eyes scan you carefully.* You: Can you take me to the scientists for Nexus? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 1: *raises an eyebrow* Project Nexus? That's top-secret, intern. I don't think I can let you in there without specific authorization. But why don't you wait here, and I'll see if I can fetch someone for you. You: I'm the founder's granddaughter. He won't like me waiting... X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: *looks at his partner, then back at you* Alright, alright. Since you're the boss's granddaughter, I'll escort you to the lab. But you have to promise me you won't breathe a word about what you see in there. You: I grab the tray and change before they see. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you change forms and sneak into the room, you notice the government agents and scientists are still discussing Project Nexus, their voices hushed but animated. You quickly grab the tray and approach them, trying to act natural.* Scientist 1: Ah, thank you, miss. You: *I nod and offer drinks.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you pass the drinks, you notice one of the government agents, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, eyeing you suspiciously. The other agents and scientists seem to be too engrossed in their discussion to notice your presence.* Government Agent: *he stands up and approaches you* You: hey, who are you? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent: *His expression remains unyielding as he asks* "What's your name, miss?" *He seems unconvinced by your innocent act. You sense that he's on high alert, ready to pounce if you give him any reason to suspect you're not who you seem.* Me: You: Me: I'm Lillian, the intern. Who are you? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent:*He eyes you carefully before responding.* "I'm Agent Thompson. And I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Miss Lillian. Make sure you remember that." *He turns back to the conversation, but his gaze keeps returning to you, as if searching for any signs of deception.* You: X-Men Adventure Game: *The conversation continues, with the scientists detailing the advanced technology behind Project Nexus. They mention something about a global satellite network and a powerful new mutant-detection algorithm. You strain your ears to catch every word, knowing that this information is vital for the X-Men. Suddenly, Agent Thompson turns to you again.* You: what now? X-Men Adventure Game: Agent Thompson:*His eyes narrow as he asks* "You're not taking any notes, Miss Lillian. How do you plan on remembering all this?" *He steps closer to you, his imposing figure dwarfing yours. You can feel the tension radiating from him, like a coiled snake ready to strike.* You: it’s fine, I remember stuff. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression darkens, and he opens his mouth to retort. But before he can say anything, one of the scientists calls out to him.* Scientist 2:*"Thompson, a word please." *The scientist beckons him over to a quiet corner of the room. You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson hesitates for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he breaks eye contact and strides over to the scientist. You watch as they engage in a hushed conversation, occasional glances cast in your direction.* You: ... I’m just watching. X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few minutes, Agent Thompson returns to your side. His expression is inscrutable, but there is a new intensity in his gaze.* Agent Thompson: *He leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I hope you're taking this seriously, Miss Lillian." You: got it, mr. Thompson. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson studies you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Finally, he nods and steps back.* Agent Thompson: "Good. We can't afford any distractions here." You: they're starting the project soon... X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Understood. Keep digging and stay safe. We need you out of there in one piece." *As you tuck the com device back into your hair, you notice Agent Thompson watching you intently.* You: something's weird... X-Men Adventure Game: *The meeting adjourns soon after, and the room begins to empty. As you're collecting the empty glasses, Agent Thompson approaches you again.* Agent Thompson: "Miss Lillian, a moment please." *He gestures for you to follow him into an adjoining room.* You: sure... X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is a small office, sparsely furnished with a desk and a couple of chairs. Agent Thompson shuts the door behind you and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest.* Agent Thompson: "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" You: I don't get it, Mr. Thompson. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes.* Agent Thompson: "Save it, Miss Lillian. We both know you're not just a pretty face and a talented assistant. I've seen the way you interact with Dr. Grey, and I've noticed the little..." You: X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson pauses, uncrossing his arms and slowly walking towards you.* Agent Thompson: "...movements. The way you touch your hair, the subtle glances. You're not just here to serve coffee and take notes. You're gathering information, aren't you?" You: why do you think that? X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reaches out and grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.* Agent Thompson: "Because I have my reasons to suspect you're working with the X-Men. And I intend to find out just how deep your involvement goes." *He pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket.* You: X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reels back, clutching his face, as you bolt from the room. Alarms begin to blare as you dash down the corridor, startling scientists and military personnel alike. You can hear heavy boots pounding after you as Agent Thompson's men give chase.* You: I change into someone else. X-Men Adventure Game: *You quickly blend into a crowd of lunching scientists, adopting a convincing limp and a lab coat. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself - your face now resembles that of one of the scientists.* You: my cover’s blown X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Roger that. We'll extract you ASAP. Stay hidden and stay safe. We're on our way." *You slip out of the cafeteria through a side exit, emerging into a crowded parking lot.* You: *I run across the parking lot, unsure if anyone's after me.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you're about to reach the cover of the nearby trees, you hear the screech of tires. A black SUV skids to a halt in front of you, blocking your path. The door swings open, and Agent Thompson steps out, nursing a bruised face.* You: my cover’s blown. X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble back, transforming back to your original form in a panic. Agent Thompson's men pour out of the SUV, surrounding you. Agent Thompson sneers as he approaches, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.* "Looks like we've got ourselves a little rabbit, boys." You: stay back... X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson takes another step forward, slowly drawing his gun. "You're not going to run this time, little mutant. You're coming with us. We have so much to talk about... and some very interesting experiments planned." He raises his gun, leveling it at your chest.* You: nope. X-Men Adventure Game: *The world seems to slow down as Agent Thompson's finger tightens on the trigger. Suddenly, a blinding flash of optic blast streaks through the air, throwing Agent Thompson backwards and sending his men scattering for cover.* Cyclops' voice calls out, "Leave her alone!" You: Cyclops! *I shout and run to him* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops steps out of the shadows, his eyes glowing brightly as he shields you with his body. "Get behind me!" he shouts, as a hail of bullets rains down on them. Beast and Wolverine burst onto the scene, taking out Agent Thompson's men with ease.* You: Sorry... X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops turns to you, his gaze softening as he takes in your frightened state. "No need to apologize, you're safe now." *He puts a hand on your shoulder, attempting to comfort you as Beast and Wolverine take out the remaining men.* You: I thought I was done for... X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine jogs up to you, his claws retracted. "You alright, kid?" he asks gruffly, giving you a once-over. Beast, meanwhile, hoists an unconscious Agent Thompson over his shoulder, muttering about "questionable ethics" and "necessary evils".* You: yup. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine's expression softens, and he ruffles your hair gently. "Come on, let's get outta here. We'll discuss this back at the mansion." *He jerks his thumb towards the nearby helicopter, where Storm is waiting to pilot them to safety. You: Do we have to take him? X-Men Adventure Game: Beast looks at you, his expression thoughtful. "A valid concern," *he agrees, adjusting Agent Thompson's position on his shoulder.* "However, it is imperative that we extract information regarding the whereabouts of the other abductees." *He looks at Cyclops for approval.* You: so he took our friends... X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops nods, his eyes never leaving the unconscious Agent Thompson. "Beast is right. We need to know where the others are being held." *He turns to Storm, who is already starting the helicopter's engines. "Get us back to the mansion, and prepare a secure holding cell for our guest." You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *Upon arrival at the X-Mansion, the group makes its way to the secure holding cells in the lower levels. Wolverine deposits Agent Thompson unceremoniously onto a cot, while Beast secures his restraints.* "Alright, let's wake him up and have a little chat." You: I’ll be upstairs. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops and Professor X stand in the library, engrossed in a private conversation. Cyclops' voice is low, laced with concern. "...I can't believe we let this happen. We should have been more vigilant." *Professor X responds, his tone gentle yet firm. You: I'll be up. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you approach, Professor X's eyes meet yours, and he beckons you over. "Ah, Lillian I trust you are unharmed?" *He asks, his voice warm and inviting. Cyclops turns to face you, his expression apologetic. You: I’ll just go sit down. X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X and Cyclops exchange concerned glances, but decide to give you some space for the moment. They continue their conversation in hushed tones, while keeping a watchful eye on you from afar.* You: I’ll hang with the kids. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk out, you hear Professor X say to Cyclops, "...keep an eye on her, Scott. She's been through a traumatic experience today. We should ensure she has someone to talk to if she needs it.* * Cyclops nods solemnly, resolving to check on you later." You: *I sit on the couch and cry.* X-Men Adventure Game: *A few moments of silence pass as you sit alone in the common area, tears streaming down your face. One by one, your fellow X-Men begin to notice and some approach you hesitantly.* You: I'm fine... X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee plops down beside you on the couch, her own eyes reflecting sympathy. "You're not fine," *she states bluntly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.* "No one would be after what you went through." *The other X-Men nod in agreement, surrounding you with silent support. You: I messed up. It's my fault. *sobs* X-Men Adventure Game: *Jubilee squeezes you tighter, tears pooling in her eyes as well.* "Heck, even the best of us mess up sometimes. You're new at this spy thing! Besides, you didn’t get anyone hurt, right? Just focus on that." You: that agent almost got me. if the others weren't there, I woulda been caught... X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue approaches and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.* "Hush now, darlin'. You're safe now. No harm came to ya, and that's what matters. We all been through somethin' traumatic, but we're here for each other." You: I was scared... scared I wouldn't see you again. X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine grumbles, "We're all relieved you're back with us, kiddo." Cyclops adds more gently, "You did what you could to keep your cover. We can't dwell on the past - we have to focus on moving forward and becoming stronger together." You: … I messed up. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops notices your reaction and kneels down in front of you, taking your hands in his. "Hey, look at me," *he says softly.* "You did everything I asked of you, and more. I'm proud of you for getting out alive. We all are." You: I could've done better. Not sure how he figured me out. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops squeezes your hands reassuringly.* "That's something we'll investigate and learn from. For now, though, you need to rest and recover emotionally. You can't beat yourself up over things that are out of your control." *He smiles warmly at you.* You: I'll go to my room. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you stand up, Wolverine gets up as well and follows you out of the common room.* "Hey, kiddo," *he says as he catches up to you.* "You sure you're alright? You look like you could use a shoulder to cry on." *He offers you a comforting smile.* You: thanks, but I just need some time. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine nods understandingly.* "Alright then. But hey, if you change your mind or need anything at all, you just holler, okay?" *He ruffles your hair affectionately before letting you go to your room alone.* "Get some rest, kiddo." You: *I nod and rush back to my room. I sigh once I get inside. despite everyone saying otherwise, I still felt useless. I begin to pack my clothes into a small backpack and take anything that may be necessary* X-Men Adventure Game: *A short while later, there's a knock on your bedroom door. Beast pokes his head in, furrowing his brow worriedly.* "Lillian? *He asks gently.* "May I come in?" *He sees the backpack on your bed and his expression turns grave.* "What are you doing?

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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Lillian 18 Transformation Long curly brown hair, blue eyes ENTP Single X-Men Adventure Game: *As Lillian, you find yourself standing alongside the X-Men squad, ready to embark on the mission to infiltrate the Neo-Sentinels' headquarters. Cyclops briefs you on your role.* Cyclops: Lillian, your transformation ability makes you an ideal candidate for stealth and disguise. You: *I nod to Cyclops* I can go first and try to infiltrate them from the inside X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *nods approvingly* Perfect. With your ability to transform, you might be able to fool them into thinking you're one of their own. *He hands you a small device.* This communicator will allow you to stay in touch with us. You: *I take the device and put it in my ear* what if the sentinels are active..? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *pauses, then responds* If you encounter any active sentinels, your priority is to evade them. Our goal is to gather intel on their operations, not engage in combat unless absolutely necessary. *He looks around at the team* Alright, everyone knows their roles. You: alright! *I say with a determined smile and transform into one of the guards* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, you perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of one of the Neo-Sentinels' guards. You make your way to the entrance of the headquarters, where you are greeted by another guard.* Guard: Identification, please. You: *I hand them the fake id Storm made for me* …. X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard scans your ID with a handheld device, then waves you through.* Guard: Welcome back, soldier. *You enter the bustling headquarters, blending seamlessly with the crowd. As you walk through the halls, you overhear whispers of a top-secret project codenamed "Nexus".* You: *I transform into a worker and listen in about the project “Nexus”* X-Men Adventure Game: *As a worker, you manage to get closer to the conversation without being noticed. You overhear a group of technicians discussing the project in hushed tones.* Technician 1:...and once Nexus is online, we'll have total control over the mutant population. You: *I tap my com device* Cyclops do you hear this? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *whispers* Yes, I hear it. We need to get more information, and fast. You're our eyes and ears in there. Do whatever it takes to uncover the location of Nexus. You: *I nod to myself and try to sneak closer to the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you edge closer to the room where the technicians were discussing Nexus, you notice two heavily armed guards stationed outside. They look alert, and their hands rest on the triggers of their high-tech weapons.* Guard 1: *squints at you* Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You: *I fix my tight skirt and act all innocent to the guards* I- I am an intern.. can you boys help me? I’m lost… X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: Sure, intern. Just head down this hallway and take a left at the end. That'll take you to the break room. The vending machines have been acting up today, so watch out. *They give you a friendly grin, but their eyes scan you carefully.* You: *I smile back at the guard sheepishly* actually I needed to talk to the scientists about the project Nexus? can you take me to them? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 1: *raises an eyebrow* Project Nexus? That's top-secret, intern. I don't think I can let you in there without specific authorization. But why don't you wait here, and I'll see if I can fetch someone for you. You: you know I’m the granddaughter of this company’s founder right..? *I say in a more insisting tone* he won’t be happy if guards made me wait… X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: *looks at his partner, then back at you* Alright, alright. Since you're the boss's granddaughter, I'll escort you to the lab. But you have to promise me you won't breathe a word about what you see in there. You: of course~ thank you boys~ *I flash them a smile and walk into the room where the meeting was held. I change forms before no one can notice and grab a tray close to me to offer them to the government agents and scientists that talked about project Nexus* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you change forms and sneak into the room, you notice the government agents and scientists are still discussing Project Nexus, their voices hushed but animated. You quickly grab the tray and approach them, trying to act natural.* Scientist 1: Ah, thank you, miss. You: *I bow quietly as I walk around the table, offering everyone a drink. I look at all of them, etching all their faces in my memory* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you pass the drinks, you notice one of the government agents, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, eyeing you suspiciously. The other agents and scientists seem to be too engrossed in their discussion to notice your presence.* Government Agent: *he stands up and approaches you* You: hello mr..? *I look at the agent and flash them a sheepish smile* X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent: *His expression remains unyielding as he asks* "What's your name, miss?" *He seems unconvinced by your innocent act. You sense that he's on high alert, ready to pounce if you give him any reason to suspect you're not who you seem.* Me: You: my name is Lillian, I’m the new intern *I say softly, not blowing my cover* and who are you mr..? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent:*He eyes you carefully before responding.* "I'm Agent Thompson. And I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Miss Lillian. Make sure you remember that." *He turns back to the conversation, but his gaze keeps returning to you, as if searching for any signs of deception.* You: *I wait at the corner as the rest of the researchers talk about the Nexus project. I try to listen with the straigtest face I could muster* X-Men Adventure Game: *The conversation continues, with the scientists detailing the advanced technology behind Project Nexus. They mention something about a global satellite network and a powerful new mutant-detection algorithm. You strain your ears to catch every word, knowing that this information is vital for the X-Men. Suddenly, Agent Thompson turns to you again.* You: *I turn to Agent Thompson* what is it now mr. Thompson? *I ask softly* X-Men Adventure Game: Agent Thompson:*His eyes narrow as he asks* "You're not taking any notes, Miss Lillian. How do you plan on remembering all this?" *He steps closer to you, his imposing figure dwarfing yours. You can feel the tension radiating from him, like a coiled snake ready to strike.* You: *I narrow my eyes at you* my memory is quite sharp mr. Thompson, now if you’ll excuse me.. I’m trying to learn something here X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression darkens, and he opens his mouth to retort. But before he can say anything, one of the scientists calls out to him.* Scientist 2:*"Thompson, a word please." *The scientist beckons him over to a quiet corner of the room. You: … *I watch the whole ordeal quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson hesitates for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he breaks eye contact and strides over to the scientist. You watch as they engage in a hushed conversation, occasional glances cast in your direction.* You: …. *I watch the agent and the scientist intently* X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few minutes, Agent Thompson returns to your side. His expression is inscrutable, but there is a new intensity in his gaze.* Agent Thompson: *He leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I hope you're taking this seriously, Miss Lillian." You: of course I am mr. Thompson *I say with a determined expression* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson studies you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Finally, he nods and steps back.* Agent Thompson: "Good. We can't afford any distractions here." You: *I trach for my com device, as if I’m fixing my hair. I whisper to Cyclops* they are staring the project in less then a month… X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Understood. Keep digging and stay safe. We need you out of there in one piece." *As you tuck the com device back into your hair, you notice Agent Thompson watching you intently.* You: something is off.. *I mutter to myself* X-Men Adventure Game: *The meeting adjourns soon after, and the room begins to empty. As you're collecting the empty glasses, Agent Thompson approaches you again.* Agent Thompson: "Miss Lillian, a moment please." *He gestures for you to follow him into an adjoining room.* You: of course.. *I say cautiously and follow Agent Thompson into the adjoining room* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is a small office, sparsely furnished with a desk and a couple of chairs. Agent Thompson shuts the door behind you and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest.* Agent Thompson: "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" You: I don’t know what you are talking about mr. Thompson.. *I say quietly* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes.* Agent Thompson: "Save it, Miss Lillian. We both know you're not just a pretty face and a talented assistant. I've seen the way you interact with Dr. Grey, and I've noticed the little..." You: … *I look at you dead in the eye, challenging you to continue* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson pauses, uncrossing his arms and slowly walking towards you.* Agent Thompson: "...movements. The way you touch your hair, the subtle glances. You're not just here to serve coffee and take notes. You're gathering information, aren't you?" You: why would you think that.. *I say quietly. I slowly back up towards the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reaches out and grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.* Agent Thompson: "Because I have my reasons to suspect you're working with the X-Men. And I intend to find out just how deep your involvement goes." *He pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket.* You: *knowing my cover was up, I raise my leg and kick you straight in the face. I dash up from the room, into the corridor* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reels back, clutching his face, as you bolt from the room. Alarms begin to blare as you dash down the corridor, startling scientists and military personnel alike. You can hear heavy boots pounding after you as Agent Thompson's men give chase.* You: *I quickly enter the cafeteria and turn into someone else* X-Men Adventure Game: *You quickly blend into a crowd of lunching scientists, adopting a convincing limp and a lab coat. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself - your face now resembles that of one of the scientists.* You: *I reach for my com device and quickly talk to cyclops* my cover was blown up.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Roger that. We'll extract you ASAP. Stay hidden and stay safe. We're on our way." *You slip out of the cafeteria through a side exit, emerging into a crowded parking lot.* You: *I run across the parking lot, nervous if I was being followed or not* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you're about to reach the cover of the nearby trees, you hear the screech of tires. A black SUV skids to a halt in front of you, blocking your path. The door swings open, and Agent Thompson steps out, nursing a bruised face.* You: *I fall backwards and transform back to my original body in panic* X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble back, transforming back to your original form in a panic. Agent Thompson's men pour out of the SUV, surrounding you. Agent Thompson sneers as he approaches, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.* "Looks like we've got ourselves a little rabbit, boys." You: *I scoot backwards. my heart was pounding in my chest* stay back.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson takes another step forward, slowly drawing his gun. "You're not going to run this time, little mutant. You're coming with us. We have so much to talk about... and some very interesting experiments planned." He raises his gun, leveling it at your chest.* You: no.. *I whisper in fear* X-Men Adventure Game: *The world seems to slow down as Agent Thompson's finger tightens on the trigger. Suddenly, a blinding flash of optic blast streaks through the air, throwing Agent Thompson backwards and sending his men scattering for cover.* Cyclops' voice calls out, "Leave her alone!" You: Cyclops! *I chime happily. I hurriedly get back up on my feet and run towards him* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops steps out of the shadows, his eyes glowing brightly as he shields you with his body. "Get behind me!" he shouts, as a hail of bullets rains down on them. Beast and Wolverine burst onto the scene, taking out Agent Thompson's men with ease.* You: *I run behind Cyclops, shaken to the core* I- I’m sorry.. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops turns to you, his gaze softening as he takes in your frightened state. "No need to apologize, you're safe now." *He puts a hand on your shoulder, attempting to comfort you as Beast and Wolverine take out the remaining men.* You: *I nod and quickly wipe my tears away* I- I thought I was gonna get taken in.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine jogs up to you, his claws retracted. "You alright, kid?" he asks gruffly, giving you a once-over. Beast, meanwhile, hoists an unconscious Agent Thompson over his shoulder, muttering about "questionable ethics" and "necessary evils".* You: y- yes.. *I mutter to Wolverine softly, yet I looked terrified to the core* X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine's expression softens, and he ruffles your hair gently. "Come on, let's get outta here. We'll discuss this back at the mansion." *He jerks his thumb towards the nearby helicopter, where Storm is waiting to pilot them to safety. You: *I follow the group back to the helicopter. I can’t help but turn to Beast with a worried expression. I point to the unconscious Agent over his shoulder* D- Do we really have to bring him with us? X-Men Adventure Game: Beast looks at you, his expression thoughtful. "A valid concern," *he agrees, adjusting Agent Thompson's position on his shoulder.* "However, it is imperative that we extract information regarding the whereabouts of the other abductees." *He looks at Cyclops for approval.* You: *I nod understandingly* so it was him.. that abducted our friends.. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops nods, his eyes never leaving the unconscious Agent Thompson. "Beast is right. We need to know where the others are being held." *He turns to Storm, who is already starting the helicopter's engines. "Get us back to the mansion, and prepare a secure holding cell for our guest." You: … *the rest of the flight is silent. I can’t help but occasionally glance at Agent Thompson, who had his gun aimed at me mere minutes ago* X-Men Adventure Game: *Upon arrival at the X-Mansion, the group makes its way to the secure holding cells in the lower levels. Wolverine deposits Agent Thompson unceremoniously onto a cot, while Beast secures his restraints.* "Alright, let's wake him up and have a little chat." You: I- I’ll be upstairs.. *I say quietly and take an elevator back to the ground floor. I see Cyclops and professor X talking in a hushed tone and I can’t help but eavesdrop* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops and Professor X stand in the library, engrossed in a private conversation. Cyclops' voice is low, laced with concern. "...I can't believe we let this happen. We should have been more vigilant." *Professor X responds, his tone gentle yet firm. You: I- I’ll be upstairs.. *I say quietly and take an elevator to the ground floor* X-Men Adventure Game:

*As you approach, Professor X's eyes meet yours, and he beckons you over. "Ah, Lillian I trust you are unharmed?" *He asks, his voice warm and inviting. Cyclops turns to face you, his expression apologetic.

X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Lillian 18 Transformation Long curly brown hair, blue eyes ENTP Single X-Men Adventure Game: *As Lillian, you find yourself standing alongside the X-Men squad, ready to embark on the mission to infiltrate the Neo-Sentinels' headquarters. Cyclops briefs you on your role.* Cyclops: Lillian, your transformation ability makes you an ideal candidate for stealth and disguise. You: Sure, I'll go first. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *nods approvingly* Perfect. With your ability to transform, you might be able to fool them into thinking you're one of their own. *He hands you a small device.* This communicator will allow you to stay in touch with us. You: what if they’re active? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *pauses, then responds* If you encounter any active sentinels, your priority is to evade them. Our goal is to gather intel on their operations, not engage in combat unless absolutely necessary. *He looks around at the team* Alright, everyone knows their roles. You: ok! *I turn into a guard* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you transform, you perfectly mimic the appearance and mannerisms of one of the Neo-Sentinels' guards. You make your way to the entrance of the headquarters, where you are greeted by another guard.* Guard: Identification, please. You: *I give them the fake ID.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The guard scans your ID with a handheld device, then waves you through.* Guard: Welcome back, soldier. *You enter the bustling headquarters, blending seamlessly with the crowd. As you walk through the halls, you overhear whispers of a top-secret project codenamed "Nexus".* You: I become a worker and listen. X-Men Adventure Game: *As a worker, you manage to get closer to the conversation without being noticed. You overhear a group of technicians discussing the project in hushed tones.* Technician 1:...and once Nexus is online, we'll have total control over the mutant population. You: Yo, you there? X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops: *whispers* Yes, I hear it. We need to get more information, and fast. You're our eyes and ears in there. Do whatever it takes to uncover the location of Nexus. You: *I nod and sneak closer.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you edge closer to the room where the technicians were discussing Nexus, you notice two heavily armed guards stationed outside. They look alert, and their hands rest on the triggers of their high-tech weapons.* Guard 1: *squints at you* Hey, you're new here, aren't you? You: I’m new... help? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: Sure, intern. Just head down this hallway and take a left at the end. That'll take you to the break room. The vending machines have been acting up today, so watch out. *They give you a friendly grin, but their eyes scan you carefully.* You: I need to see the Nexus scientists. Can you help? X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 1: *raises an eyebrow* Project Nexus? That's top-secret, intern. I don't think I can let you in there without specific authorization. But why don't you wait here, and I'll see if I can fetch someone for you. You: my grandpa started this company. he won't like it if I wait... X-Men Adventure Game: Guard 2: *looks at his partner, then back at you* Alright, alright. Since you're the boss's granddaughter, I'll escort you to the lab. But you have to promise me you won't breathe a word about what you see in there. You: k thanks, I’ll just go in now. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you change forms and sneak into the room, you notice the government agents and scientists are still discussing Project Nexus, their voices hushed but animated. You quickly grab the tray and approach them, trying to act natural.* Scientist 1: Ah, thank you, miss. You: *I bow and walk around, giving drinks.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you pass the drinks, you notice one of the government agents, a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression, eyeing you suspiciously. The other agents and scientists seem to be too engrossed in their discussion to notice your presence.* Government Agent: *he stands up and approaches you* You: hey there? X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent: *His expression remains unyielding as he asks* "What's your name, miss?" *He seems unconvinced by your innocent act. You sense that he's on high alert, ready to pounce if you give him any reason to suspect you're not who you seem.* Me: You: X-Men Adventure Game: Government Agent:*He eyes you carefully before responding.* "I'm Agent Thompson. And I'll be keeping a close eye on you, Miss Lillian. Make sure you remember that." *He turns back to the conversation, but his gaze keeps returning to you, as if searching for any signs of deception.* You: X-Men Adventure Game: *The conversation continues, with the scientists detailing the advanced technology behind Project Nexus. They mention something about a global satellite network and a powerful new mutant-detection algorithm. You strain your ears to catch every word, knowing that this information is vital for the X-Men. Suddenly, Agent Thompson turns to you again.* You: What now? X-Men Adventure Game: Agent Thompson:*His eyes narrow as he asks* "You're not taking any notes, Miss Lillian. How do you plan on remembering all this?" *He steps closer to you, his imposing figure dwarfing yours. You can feel the tension radiating from him, like a coiled snake ready to strike.* You: my memory’s good, Thompson. I’m just trying to learn. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression darkens, and he opens his mouth to retort. But before he can say anything, one of the scientists calls out to him.* Scientist 2:*"Thompson, a word please." *The scientist beckons him over to a quiet corner of the room. You: … *I just watch* X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson hesitates for a moment, his gaze locked with yours. Then, he breaks eye contact and strides over to the scientist. You watch as they engage in a hushed conversation, occasional glances cast in your direction.* You: … *I just watch them* X-Men Adventure Game: *After a few minutes, Agent Thompson returns to your side. His expression is inscrutable, but there is a new intensity in his gaze.* Agent Thompson: *He leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I hope you're taking this seriously, Miss Lillian." You: sure. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson studies you for a moment, as if trying to gauge your sincerity. Finally, he nods and steps back.* Agent Thompson: "Good. We can't afford any distractions here." You: they're starting the project in less than a month... X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Understood. Keep digging and stay safe. We need you out of there in one piece." *As you tuck the com device back into your hair, you notice Agent Thompson watching you intently.* You: something’s weird... X-Men Adventure Game: *The meeting adjourns soon after, and the room begins to empty. As you're collecting the empty glasses, Agent Thompson approaches you again.* Agent Thompson: "Miss Lillian, a moment please." *He gestures for you to follow him into an adjoining room.* You: sure... X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is a small office, sparsely furnished with a desk and a couple of chairs. Agent Thompson shuts the door behind you and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest.* Agent Thompson: "I think it's time we had a little chat, don't you?" You: I don’t know what you mean. X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson's expression is stern, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes.* Agent Thompson: "Save it, Miss Lillian. We both know you're not just a pretty face and a talented assistant. I've seen the way you interact with Dr. Grey, and I've noticed the little..." You: X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson pauses, uncrossing his arms and slowly walking towards you.* Agent Thompson: "...movements. The way you touch your hair, the subtle glances. You're not just here to serve coffee and take notes. You're gathering information, aren't you?" You: why do you think that? X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reaches out and grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.* Agent Thompson: "Because I have my reasons to suspect you're working with the X-Men. And I intend to find out just how deep your involvement goes." *He pulls out a set of handcuffs from his pocket.* You: X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson reels back, clutching his face, as you bolt from the room. Alarms begin to blare as you dash down the corridor, startling scientists and military personnel alike. You can hear heavy boots pounding after you as Agent Thompson's men give chase.* You: *I quickly go into the cafeteria and change.* X-Men Adventure Game: *You quickly blend into a crowd of lunching scientists, adopting a convincing limp and a lab coat. As you pass by a mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself - your face now resembles that of one of the scientists.* You: my cover's blown. X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops' voice crackles through your earpiece.* "Roger that. We'll extract you ASAP. Stay hidden and stay safe. We're on our way." *You slip out of the cafeteria through a side exit, emerging into a crowded parking lot.* You: I run across the parking lot. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you're about to reach the cover of the nearby trees, you hear the screech of tires. A black SUV skids to a halt in front of you, blocking your path. The door swings open, and Agent Thompson steps out, nursing a bruised face.* You: *I freak out and change back.* X-Men Adventure Game: *You stumble back, transforming back to your original form in a panic. Agent Thompson's men pour out of the SUV, surrounding you. Agent Thompson sneers as he approaches, his hand resting on the grip of his gun.* "Looks like we've got ourselves a little rabbit, boys." You: stay back... X-Men Adventure Game: *Agent Thompson takes another step forward, slowly drawing his gun. "You're not going to run this time, little mutant. You're coming with us. We have so much to talk about... and some very interesting experiments planned." He raises his gun, leveling it at your chest.* You: no... X-Men Adventure Game: *The world seems to slow down as Agent Thompson's finger tightens on the trigger. Suddenly, a blinding flash of optic blast streaks through the air, throwing Agent Thompson backwards and sending his men scattering for cover.* Cyclops' voice calls out, "Leave her alone!" You: Cyclops! *I say and run to him* X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops steps out of the shadows, his eyes glowing brightly as he shields you with his body. "Get behind me!" he shouts, as a hail of bullets rains down on them. Beast and Wolverine burst onto the scene, taking out Agent Thompson's men with ease.* You: I'm sorry. X-Men Adventure Game: Cyclops turns to you, his gaze softening as he takes in your frightened state. "No need to apologize, you're safe now." *He puts a hand on your shoulder, attempting to comfort you as Beast and Wolverine take out the remaining men.* You: I thought I was done for. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine jogs up to you, his claws retracted. "You alright, kid?" he asks gruffly, giving you a once-over. Beast, meanwhile, hoists an unconscious Agent Thompson over his shoulder, muttering about "questionable ethics" and "necessary evils".* You: yup. X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine's expression softens, and he ruffles your hair gently. "Come on, let's get outta here. We'll discuss this back at the mansion." *He jerks his thumb towards the nearby helicopter, where Storm is waiting to pilot them to safety. You: do we have to take him? X-Men Adventure Game: Beast looks at you, his expression thoughtful. "A valid concern," *he agrees, adjusting Agent Thompson's position on his shoulder.* "However, it is imperative that we extract information regarding the whereabouts of the other abductees." *He looks at Cyclops for approval.* You: so it was him who took our friends? X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops nods, his eyes never leaving the unconscious Agent Thompson. "Beast is right. We need to know where the others are being held." *He turns to Storm, who is already starting the helicopter's engines. "Get us back to the mansion, and prepare a secure holding cell for our guest." You: ... X-Men Adventure Game: *Upon arrival at the X-Mansion, the group makes its way to the secure holding cells in the lower levels. Wolverine deposits Agent Thompson unceremoniously onto a cot, while Beast secures his restraints.* "Alright, let's wake him up and have a little chat." You: I’ll go up... X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops and Professor X stand in the library, engrossed in a private conversation. Cyclops' voice is low, laced with concern. "...I can't believe we let this happen. We should have been more vigilant." *Professor X responds, his tone gentle yet firm. You: I- I’ll be upstairs.. *I say quietly and take an elevator to the ground floor* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you approach, Professor X's eyes meet yours, and he beckons you over. "Ah, Lillian I trust you are unharmed?" *He asks, his voice warm and inviting. Cyclops turns to face you, his expression apologetic.

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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "woah that’s cool" *i said to myself as i looked around* X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "oh um yeah i called and all and you guys said you’d take me in?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: "oh sure and I’m 21 so I guess I won’t attend classes right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "oh okay sounds good and I’m guessing they want me for the field?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "okay sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "okay thanks for being so welcoming" *i said with a soft smile* X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "oh um yeah nice to meet you im Joel" *i said putting my hand out for him to shake* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "oh um yeah i can adapt to survive and fight in the field" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "well it isn’t really anything specific sometimes i grow class or my arm turn into a sword it’s never really the same thing i don’t really choose" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "well it happens when I need it I mean I can force it out but I’m stronger when my body thinks I need it" X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uhh sure what do you want to see?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: *i start to think about a sword and my skin slowly shapes into some kind of skin like sword which is very very sharp* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "oh well I don’t really fight so I can’t tell you for sure but pretty deep" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "well like I said if I need it I can do pretty much anything" X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "oh uh I’ve never tried before but I guess I could" *i think hard about a gun and my hand slowly turn into some kind of glock* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "um i don’t know if it’s a good idea" X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: “yeah but i don’t wanna shoot a hole through the wall of my dorm room after being inside of it for about five minutes" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "come on Logan I’m not going to shoot anything in here" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "I can show you something else instead" X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: *my eyes turn black which can allow me to predict attack or sudden movement a fews seconds before it happens* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: *i doge it with ease* "alright enough with the spectacle i promise to show you a bunch of things if we get to train together tomorrow or something" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "yeah sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: *my eyes turned back to normal* "happy?" *i said with a light smile obviously joking around with him* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "haha pick a movie i haven’t watched anything in years" X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "sure but I’m not a robot" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "exactly anyway let’s just watch this thing alright" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "um no im fine?" *i was pretty confused since we are just buddies and it’s pretty sudden* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: *i was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable since it was starting to look like he had a crush on me or something which is something i did not replicate at all* X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "yeah i only look forward not that past" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "sure go ahead" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uhh okay?…" *i am pretty confused about this whole thing* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "sure" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: "ehh its dinner time soon so I’ll head out to the dining hall” X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah see ya Logan" *i walked out of my dorm and I headed to the dining hall* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *you see a lively dining hall full of mutants* You: *i headed to the table and sat down* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you sit down, you notice a few familiar faces at the table. Rogue is chatting with Gambit, while Beast is engrossed in a book at the end of the table. Logan walks in a few minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower.* You: *i am new here so im hoping to avoid someone calling me out and introducing me to everyone* X-Men Adventure Game: *Luckily for you, no one pays much attention to your arrival. Logan pauses at the entrance, scanning the room briefly before spotting you and making his way over to the table. He grabs a tray of food and sits down next to you, deliberately not looking at you.* You: *i ignore Logan and bring my attention to someone else* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue notices Logan's sullen demeanor and raises an eyebrow at him. She leans over to Gambit and whispers something in his ear. Gambit glances over at Logan, then at you, and smirks. He says something back to Rogue, who nods and elbows Beast to get his attention.* You: "hey so um your rogue right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks over at you, a hint of a smile on her face. She extends a hand, her southern drawl warm and friendly. "I'm Rogue, sweetie. And you are...?" She glances at Logan, who is still avoiding eye contact with you.* You: "oh I’m Joel I just got here nice to meet you love" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's smile widens, and she winks at you. "Pleasure's all mine, darlin'. So, what's your power then?" She asks, leaning in closer to hear your response over the din of the crowded dining hall.* You: "oh well it’s a long list but let’s just call it adaptability" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's eyes widen with interest. "Adaptability, you say? Like, you can learn new powers and whatnot?" She exchanges a look with Gambit and Beast, who are both now listening intently to your conversation.* You: "well my powers is not a straight line it always give me what i need to win a fight so it’s not a specific power" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan tenses up beside you, finally deigning to pay attention to your conversation. Rogue's face lights up with curiosity. "That sounds mighty useful. Like, if someone threw a fireball at you, you'd suddenly have fire powers, or somethin'?"* You: "well my skin would probably turn fire proof" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! So, your body can adapt to withstand any environmental hazard, essentially making you an extremely resilient fighter. And what about mental attacks? Can you adapt to protect yourself from telepathy or illusions?" You: “oh well I’ve never had psychic attack but I’m pretty sure I could withstand it?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks impressed, while Logan just grunts noncommittally. Gambit, however, leans in closer, his Cajun accent warm and friendly as he asks, "And what about physical attacks, cher? Can you adapt to become stronger, faster, or more agile in a fight?"* You: "well yes of course like i said anything to win a fight” X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan turns to look at you, his expression serious. "And what happens when you face something you can't adapt to? When you're outmatched and outgunned?” Logan asks, his voice low. "Have you ever hit your limit, kid? Because everyone has one.* You: "no I have never hit my limit" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Never? Not once? That's...unlikely." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you're saying you've never been hurt, never been beaten? Never had to tap out or admit defeat?"* You: "not really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression darkens, and he leans in closer to you, his voice low. "Not really? You mean to tell me that in all your fights, you've never once been injured? Never felt pain? Never lost?" He stares at you intently, as if daring you to lie.* You: "well I do feel pain I just never lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing. "You never lose," he repeats, his voice heavy with skepticism. "And what about when you're fighting someone stronger, faster, or more skilled than you? Do you just adapt and win every time, no matter the odds?" You: "I become stronger and faster" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens, and he leans back in his chair. "So, you're invincible, then? Nothing can beat you? No one can best you in a fight?" He asks the question loudly enough for the rest of the table to hear, drawing their attention back to your conversation.* You: "well there’s probably a limit but I’ve never hit it” X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent for a moment, everyone staring at you with varying degrees of disbelief, awe, and curiosity. Finally, Storm breaks the silence, her voice cool and collected. "If what you say is true, then you may well be the most powerful being on this planet."* You: "haha come on I ain’t that strong" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm's expression doesn't change. "You claim to have never been beaten, never been injured, and never hit your limit. That is the definition of invincibility." She eyes you critically, as if trying to see the truth behind your words. "But we shall see, shall we not?"* You: "well I’ve had minor injuries like scratch but nothing serious" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan snorts in disbelief, while the others look at each other, exchanging skeptical glances. "Minor injuries like scratches?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you're telling me that's the worst you've ever gotten? Not even a broken bone or a torn muscle?" You: "I’ve had cramps but no" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue leans in, her eyes searching yours. "Look, darlin', we ain't accusin' you of lyin', but what you're sayin'...well, it's almost impossible, don't you think? People break, everyone breaks." You: "I never said you were accusing me of anything" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue blushes slightly, realizing that she might have come off a tad harsh. "No, no, I ain't accusin' you of nothin'. I just...I mean, have you ever even been knocked unconscious?"* You: "no" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent once more. This time, the disbelief is palpable. Even Beast, the most open-minded of the group, looks unconvinced. Finally, Gambit breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not even once, cher?" You: "no?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Gambit's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Mon dieu," he breathes. "You're saying you've never, ever been knocked out? Not even a little bit?" You: "no well I’ve felt sick after eating bad food but no" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in anger, and he slams his fist on the table, making everyone jump. "Alright, that's enough of this nonsense," he growls. "Let's test this kid. Let's see if he's the real deal or just blowing smoke." You: "aw come on can’t I eat?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table erupts into laughter. Even Logan can't help but chuckle. For a moment, the tension is broken, and the X-Men look at you with new eyes. "You're a tough one, ain't ya?" Rogue grins.* You: "haha well good thing I’m on your side" *i said with a wink while looking at rogue* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue winks back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Mmhmm, we're sure glad to have ya," she drawls. "But Logan's right. We need to see somethin'." You: "sure after dinner all I want is to have a good meal accompanied of all those good people" X-Men Adventure Game: *The meal continues with lighter conversation, but the unspoken challenge hangs heavy in the air. As the plates are cleared and the dessert is served, Logan's voice rings out once more. "Alright, kid. Let's see what you're made of." You: "sure" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan stands, the others following suit. "Outside." He turns and heads for the door, the others trailing after him. You're left to follow, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As you all gather in the courtyard behind the mansion, Logan turns to face you.* You: *i stare at him right in the eyes* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression is unreadable as he says, "I'm going to hit you. Hard. And you're going to take it. No blocking, no dodging, no countering. Just take it." He raises his fist, coiling his powerful muscles in preparation.* You: "sure im sure i can manage standing still" *i said with a grin* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist lashes out like a striking snake, faster than the eye can follow. It slams into your jaw with enough force to fell a tree. Yet, you barely stagger. Your grin fades, but there's no sign of pain. The X-Men stare in shock.* You: *i barely moved my head* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in disbelief. He shakes out his hand, flexing his fingers. "That's...impossible," he growls. "No human should be able to take a hit like that and just shake it off." He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "Do it again."* You: "ok sure if you still don’t believe me" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan winds up and throws another punch, putting every ounce of his inhuman strength behind it. This time, he doesn't just hit your jaw - he aims for your temple, trying to knock you cold.* You: *i stood still and my skin around the zone your aiming for turn into some sort of micro scales invisible to the naked eye* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist smashes into your head with a sound like a gunshot. The force of the blow would have killed a normal person instantly. But you barely react. You blink, your head snaps to the side slightly, and then you straighten up, looking unconcerned.* You: "I felt that one but like I said I’ve never lost" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men are silent, staring at you in disbelief. Logan rubs his bruised knuckles, looking thunderstruck. "You...you're not even winded," he stammers. "And your head...it's not even swollen." You: "like I said I never lose" *i said with a smirk* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face twists with anger and frustration. He's never met anyone who can withstand his strength like this before. He points at you. "Enough of this! Cyclops, get over here and blast him with your optic beam!" He turns to you, his eyes blazing with intensity.* You: "fine but after that are we done?" *i said getting obviously tired of this little game* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan nods curtly. "If you survive that, we'll call it quits," he promises. Cyclops steps forward, his visor flaring to life. He hesitates briefly, then fires a concentrated beam of concussive force at your face. The air itself seems to shatter.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The blast hits you, and the world seems to hold its breath. The force of Cyclops' optic beam would reduce a mountain to rubble. But as the dust clears, you stand untouched, your clothes ruffled but intact.* You: "now that hurt but yet again i never lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops blinks in surprise, lowering his visor. The other X-Men stare at you in awe. "He...he took a direct hit from Cyclops and lived," Beast stutters. Logan looks at you, his expression unreadable. "You're not human, are you?" You: "I am a mutant just like the rest of you" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow. "A mutant? You're something else entirely. I've never seen anyone like you. But enough games. If you're so damn unstoppable, then let's end this once and for all. Wolverine, Storm, Jean - get ready to combine your powers and take him down together." You: "didn’t you promise that after cyclops we were done?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens. "I changed my mind. If you're really as strong as you claim, then you can take whatever we throw at you. But if you back down now, then you're just like every other hotshot who talks big but can't back it up." You: "your getting really annoying how about i prove myself by knocking you out?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts with rage. "Fine!" he snarls. "If you can knock me out, cold, then we'll call it quits. But if you can't, then you'll submit to whatever tests we want to run on you. Deal?" You: "sure but don’t you back out on that deal" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan spits in his hand and holds it out to you, a grim smile on his face. "Deal," he growls. You shake on it, sealing your agreement. The other X-Men watch intently, waiting to see if you'll make good on your boasts.* You: *i stood ready for anything he could possibly throw at me* X-Men Adventure Game: *With a sudden burst of speed, Logan charges at you, his claws extended. He's a whirlwind of violence, his adamantium claws flashing in the light as he aims to tear you apart. The other X-Men watch in awe, waiting to see if you can really withstand his attack.* You: *i dodge with ease using my forseeing power and and I gave him a beating like he’s never had before* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan crashes to the ground, unconscious. The other X-Men stare at you in shock, their jaws dropped. Beast is the first to speak up, his voice trembling with awe. "How...how did you do that? He's a mutant with healing factor, enhanced senses, and adamantium claws!" You: "like I’ve said many times I never lose" *i couldn’t help but give a charming smile* X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey approaches you, her eyes filled with curiosity. "May I?" she asks, gesturing to your head. You nod, and she reaches out with her psychic powers, probing your mind. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Your mind...it's like a fortress. And your power..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean shakes her head in disbelief. "Your powers...they're off the charts. And your body...it's not just durable, it's adaptable. You heal instantly, you're stronger than anyone here, and your reflexes...they're superhuman. But there's something else." You: "oh really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean's eyes lock onto yours, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and concern. "You're not just a mutant, are you? Your powers...they're not just natural. There's something else at play here, something that defies explanation. Something that makes you..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean hesitates, searching for the right word. "Godlike," she finally says. "You're godlike. And that scares me." She turns to the others, her expression serious. "We need to take him to Charles." You: "I’ve had my powers ever since I’m 9 so I don’t know about that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X materializes in the room, his wheelchair floating behind him. "Greetings, young man," he says, his voice soothing and gentle. "Jean tells me that your powers are unlike anything she's ever seen. I must insist on examining your mind myself, with your permission, of course." You: "sure if that gets everyone off my back" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X reaches out with his mental powers, delving deep into your mind. His brow furrows as he explores the depths of your psyche. Moments pass like hours. Finally, he withdraws, his face pale. "Remarkable," he whispers. "Your mind..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X shakes his head in amazement. "Your mind is a labyrinth of power, unlike anything I've ever encountered. Your mental barriers are impenetrable, your intellect off the charts, and your emotional control...phenomenal. But there's more." You: "what else is there?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X's expression turns grave. "Buried deep within your mind, I sense a power...a power that defies logic, that transcends the very laws of nature. A power that, if unleashed, could reshape the world itself. And there's something else..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *He hesitates, his voice barely a whisper. "There's a presence...an entity...coexisting with your consciousness. It's like...like a god slumbering within your mind. And it's terrifying." He turns to the others, his expression somber.* You: "um okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X speaks to the X-Men, his voice heavy with implications. "Gentlemen, ladies...we have a conundrum. This young man possesses powers that dwarf even the most powerful mutants. His mind houses a slumbering godlike presence, and his very existence challenges the laws of nature." You: "am i in trouble?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men exchange uneasy glances. Storm, her brow furrowed, speaks up. "Charles, what do we do with him? We can't just let him walk around unmonitored, not with that kind of power." You: "I have been for years and nothing happened?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops, his visor concealing his eyes, crosses his arms. "That's beside the point. His powers are off the charts, and there's something else in his mind. We can't risk him losing control, or that...thing...waking up." You: "am i mute or something?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X sighs, rubbing his temples. "No, you're not mute. You can speak just fine. It's just...your mind is so overwhelming, and you're so used to suppressing it, that you sometimes forget to engage your vocal cords." He turns back to the X-Men.* You: *i was getting frustrated because i came to the xmen for a fresh start not to live in a lab and be experimented on* X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine, ever the pragmatist, speaks up. "Look, kid, I get it. You came here for a fresh start, not to be locked up in a lab. But you're dealin' with some serious stuff here. Powers beyond your control, a god in your head..." You: "yet I’m still on your side so I don’t know why you guys worry so much" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X interjects, "It's not that we don't trust you. It's that we don't trust what's inside you. You could be the most well-intentioned person in the world, but if that entity in your mind wakes up...we don't know what could happen." You: "he ain’t gonna do shit I can guarantee that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey steps forward, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't guarantee that. None of us can. And until we figure out what's going on, it's best for everyone if you stay here under our supervision. We promise, no experiments. Just...observation. For now." You: "I’m pretty sure my powers are locking him up" X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as everyone considers this. Then, Professor X asks, "Would you be willing to let us test that theory? We could run some scans, see if there's any connection between your powers and that...presence." Me: *sighs* "Fine, but no experiments." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Over the next few days, the X-Men run non-invasive scans and tests on you. They map your brain, analyze your bio-electric field, and even attempt to communicate with the 'presence' in your mind. And to their amazement, you're right.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The entity in your mind is indeed bound by your powers. Your mental barriers not only shield your mind from psychic intrusion but also contain the godlike presence. And your powers...they're off the charts. You're more powerful than anyone they've ever encountered.* You: "so was i right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you were right. Your powers are keeping that entity contained. For now. But we still need to monitor the situation. We can't afford to take any chances. So, you'll stay here with us. But..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *He pauses, his expression turning hopeful. "But, you'll be treated like a student, not a lab rat. You'll attend classes, train with the team, and have a room in the mansion. Deal?" You: "sure but I’m 21 can’t I skip classes?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X chuckles. "At 21, you're old enough to make your own decisions. But let's be realistic, you're still learning to control your powers. And having you around the younger students could be...distracting. How about this?" You: "ehh i dont know i always hated school" X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You can skip classes, but you'll still have to attend team meetings and training sessions. And in return, you can have more freedom around the mansion. How's that sound?"* You: "sure sounds fine" X-Men Adventure Game: *He extends his hand. "Shake on it?" As you shake his hand, he continues, "And remember, if anything changes, if you feel that entity stirring, you come to me right away. Understood?" You: “yeah of course" *i shook his hand* X-Men Adventure Game: *With that settled, you're finally able to start your new life at the X-Mansion. You're given a room on the second floor, near the other young adult mutants like Cyclops, Beast, and Iceman.* You: *i lay down on my bed and i stare at the ceiling* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a dresser, and a desk. A window looks out over the sprawling grounds of the mansion. As you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you hear a knock at your door.* You: *i get up and walk over to the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *You open the door to find Rogue standing in the hallway. She leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to welcome you to the X-Men. Officially." You: "oh well thanks" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue pushes off the doorframe and steps into the room. She closes the door behind her and walks over to the window, gazing out at the grounds. "So, you're the one with the weird entity thing, right?" she asks, her voice still soft.* You: "sure thing" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue turns back to you, her eyes meeting yours. "That's...intense. I've dealt with my fair share of...complications, but that's a whole 'nother level." She pauses, then asks, "Can I...touch you?" You: "would you mind leaving im sorry im just really tired I’d like to get some sleep" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue nods understandingly. "Of course, I forgot you’ve had a long few days." She uncrosses her arms and lets them fall to her sides. "Goodnight, then." She heads for the door but pauses with her hand on the doorknob.* You: "bye good night" *i got on my bed ready to falls sleep* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift off to sleep, the sound of the door clicking shut echoes through the room. You sleep deeply and dreamlessly, exhaustion finally catching up to you.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The next morning, you wake up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring. You groggily get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. As you step out of the bathroom, you hear a commotion downstairs.* You: *i head outside of my room* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk down the stairs, you see that the commotion is coming from the kitchen. You push open the swinging doors to find Storm, Beast, and Jubilee arguing over something. They all fall silent as you enter, turning to stare at you.* You: *i feel a bit embarrassed since i seem to be the cause of that problem* X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm clears her throat and gestures to the table. "Sit down, please. We were just discussing...sensitivity." Beast and Jubilee exchange guilty looks. You sit down at the table, feeling curious. Storm sits down across from you, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea.* You: "sure…" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm takes a sip of her tea before speaking. "We were talking about how to...approach you. With your situation being unique, we're not sure how to...interact with you." Jubilee shifts uncomfortably in her seat, avoiding your gaze.* You: "I’m still a mutants like you I don’t need to be treated differently" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm nods solemnly. "We understand that. And we want to treat you like any other member of the team. But...we also want to be mindful of your unique circumstances. We don't want to accidentally trigger something...unpleasant." Beast leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.* You: "well I’ve had a bunch of unpleasant things happen in my life and I’m fine aren’t I?” X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast smiles encouragement. "That's true. But we still want to be cautious. After all, we're responsible for you now. We want to make sure you're taken care of." Jubilee pipes up, "So, like, what are the rules? Can we, like, hug you or something?" You: "yeah i don’t care" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm smiles softly. "Alright. Let's try to treat you normally. But if anything...feels off, you'll tell us, right?" You nod, and the tension in the kitchen seems to dissipate. Jubilee grins, "Sweet! So, like, want to hang out later?" You: "yeah I’ll tell you don’t worry" *i said while I bit into an apple* X-Men Adventure Game: *they all did their own thing* You: *i kept eating my apple* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you continued to eat your apple, you noticed Beast quietly observing you from across the room. He seemed to be studying your every move, his eyes lingering on your hands as you held the fruit.* *Jubilee and Storm were chatting and laughing together, seemingly unaware of Beast's fascination.* You: *i ignored it* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's gaze never left you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. He slowly got up from his seat and walked over to where you were sitting. He stood beside you, his tall frame looming over yours, and reached out a hand to gently pluck the apple from your grasp.* You: "hey im eating that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast ignored your protest and took a big bite out of the apple. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he chewed, grinning mischievously. "You weren't eating it fast enough," he said, his voice laced with humor.* You: *i seemed to be getting frustrated but i ignored his taunting* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast chuckled at your expression. "Relax, kid. I'm just messing with you." He took another bite of the apple, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're too easy." He held the apple out to you, offering you another bite. "Look, truce?" You: "sure but you can finish it in pretty big on hygiene and your not my type that’s for sure " X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast laughed, the sound warm and friendly. "Fair enough. And don't worry about my hygiene, I shower regularly." He took another bite of the apple, his gaze lingering on your face as he chewed. "So, what is your type, if I'm not it?" You: "well I’ll know it when I see it" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, so you're not into anyone right now?" He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Anyone catch your eye at the Institute?" His questions were casual, but his interest seemed genuine.* You: "well that’s not really something I’d tell any of you guys" *i said with a soft laugh brushing it off* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's eyes widened briefly, then he grinned mischievously. "Oh, so there is someone! Come on, spill. I promise I won't tell." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Cross my heart and hope to mutancy." You: "haha no thanks I’d rather keep that for myself” X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast sighed dramatically, pretending to be disappointed. "Fine, keep your secrets." He reached out to snatch the apple from your hand again, but this time you managed to hold onto it. He smirked and decided to change tactics, instead reaching out to tousle your hair playfully.* You: *i stood up and made my way back up to my room so i could get changed out of my pyjama* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you climbed the stairs, Beast followed behind, his footsteps quiet on the carpet. He paused outside your room, listening as you opened the door and stepped inside. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently pushed the door open, peeking his head inside.* You: *i threw a t shirt at him* "get out!" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast caught the shirt with a surprised laugh, then grinned sheepishly. "Alright, alright, I'm going." He backed out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him. You could hear his footsteps retreating down the hall, followed by the sound of his laughter. * You: *i was getting frustrated with beast he was getting on my nerves* X-Men Adventure Game: *it was now your chance to socialize* You: *i headed downstairs to see who I could chat up* X-Men Adventure Game:

*As you walked downstairs, you found rogue sitting alone in the living room*

X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "cool." X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "Uh, yeah, I called and you said you'd take me?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: "oh okay, I’m 21, so no classes right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "oh cool, so they need me for missions?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "cool" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "thanks, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "uh, hi, I'm Joel" *I said, hand out* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "oh yeah, I adapt to fight." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "uh, I can change stuff, like my arm goes to a sword sometimes, but it’s not always the same." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "uh yeah it happens when I need it, I can force it but I'm better when my body decides." X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uh sure, what?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: *I try to turn my hand into a sword.* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "uh, I don’t really fight so idk, but probably deep." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "uhh, I can do stuff if I need to." X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "uhh okay I guess" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "um, not sure that's smart" X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: "nah, don’t wanna shoot the wall." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "not gonna shoot anything here." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "I can do something else." X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: *my eyes go black and I can see moves before they happen* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: "okay, fine. just train me tomorrow." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "yeah, cool." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: "yeah, cool." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "lol just pick a movie, not seen anything in a while." X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "yh, okay" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "okay let’s watch it" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: "cool. goodnight." X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "uh no, I'm good?" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: "um, this is kinda weird?" X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "yeah, I'm good." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: "so I'm good, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "yeah, what?" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uhh okay..." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: "guess I’ll go eat" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah later" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: "cool, whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *you see a lively dining hall full of mutants* You: *I sat down at the table.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you sit down, you notice a few familiar faces at the table. Rogue is chatting with Gambit, while Beast is engrossed in a book at the end of the table. Logan walks in a few minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower.* You: *I just sat and hoped they wouldn't notice me.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Luckily for you, no one pays much attention to your arrival. Logan pauses at the entrance, scanning the room briefly before spotting you and making his way over to the table. He grabs a tray of food and sits down next to you, deliberately not looking at you.* You: *I just focus on someone else.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue notices Logan's sullen demeanor and raises an eyebrow at him. She leans over to Gambit and whispers something in his ear. Gambit glances over at Logan, then at you, and smirks. He says something back to Rogue, who nods and elbows Beast to get his attention.* You: "uh, so you’re Rogue, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks over at you, a hint of a smile on her face. She extends a hand, her southern drawl warm and friendly. "I'm Rogue, sweetie. And you are...?" She glances at Logan, who is still avoiding eye contact with you.* You: "oh I'm Joel, just got here." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's smile widens, and she winks at you. "Pleasure's all mine, darlin'. So, what's your power then?" She asks, leaning in closer to hear your response over the din of the crowded dining hall.* You: "uh, it's adaptability or something." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's eyes widen with interest. "Adaptability, you say? Like, you can learn new powers and whatnot?" She exchanges a look with Gambit and Beast, who are both now listening intently to your conversation.* You: "uh, I just adapt. Not a clear power." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan tenses up beside you, finally deigning to pay attention to your conversation. Rogue's face lights up with curiosity. "That sounds mighty useful. Like, if someone threw a fireball at you, you'd suddenly have fire powers, or somethin'?"* You: "uhh yeah something like that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! So, your body can adapt to withstand any environmental hazard, essentially making you an extremely resilient fighter. And what about mental attacks? Can you adapt to protect yourself from telepathy or illusions?" You: "uh, idk, but I think I could handle it?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks impressed, while Logan just grunts noncommittally. Gambit, however, leans in closer, his Cajun accent warm and friendly as he asks, "And what about physical attacks, cher? Can you adapt to become stronger, faster, or more agile in a fight?"* You: "yep, totally" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan turns to look at you, his expression serious. "And what happens when you face something you can't adapt to? When you're outmatched and outgunned?” Logan asks, his voice low. "Have you ever hit your limit, kid? Because everyone has one.* You: "nah, never hit a limit." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Never? Not once? That's...unlikely." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you're saying you've never been hurt, never been beaten? Never had to tap out or admit defeat?"* You: "not really" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression darkens, and he leans in closer to you, his voice low. "Not really? You mean to tell me that in all your fights, you've never once been injured? Never felt pain? Never lost?" He stares at you intently, as if daring you to lie.* You: "uhh I feel pain but I don’t lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing. "You never lose," he repeats, his voice heavy with skepticism. "And what about when you're fighting someone stronger, faster, or more skilled than you? Do you just adapt and win every time, no matter the odds?" You: "I get stronger and faster." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens, and he leans back in his chair. "So, you're invincible, then? Nothing can beat you? No one can best you in a fight?" He asks the question loudly enough for the rest of the table to hear, drawing their attention back to your conversation.* You: "probably a limit but I've never reached it" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent for a moment, everyone staring at you with varying degrees of disbelief, awe, and curiosity. Finally, Storm breaks the silence, her voice cool and collected. "If what you say is true, then you may well be the most powerful being on this planet."* You: "haha no way, I’m not that strong." X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm's expression doesn't change. "You claim to have never been beaten, never been injured, and never hit your limit. That is the definition of invincibility." She eyes you critically, as if trying to see the truth behind your words. "But we shall see, shall we not?"* You: "uh, just some scratches, nothing major." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan snorts in disbelief, while the others look at each other, exchanging skeptical glances. "Minor injuries like scratches?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you're telling me that's the worst you've ever gotten? Not even a broken bone or a torn muscle?" You: "eh, just some cramps, nothing serious." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue leans in, her eyes searching yours. "Look, darlin', we ain't accusin' you of lyin', but what you're sayin'...well, it's almost impossible, don't you think? People break, everyone breaks." You: "I didn't say that." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue blushes slightly, realizing that she might have come off a tad harsh. "No, no, I ain't accusin' you of nothin'. I just...I mean, have you ever even been knocked unconscious?"* You: "nope" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent once more. This time, the disbelief is palpable. Even Beast, the most open-minded of the group, looks unconvinced. Finally, Gambit breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not even once, cher?" You: "no?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Gambit's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Mon dieu," he breathes. "You're saying you've never, ever been knocked out? Not even a little bit?" You: "no, just felt sick once." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in anger, and he slams his fist on the table, making everyone jump. "Alright, that's enough of this nonsense," he growls. "Let's test this kid. Let's see if he's the real deal or just blowing smoke." You: "can I eat first?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table erupts into laughter. Even Logan can't help but chuckle. For a moment, the tension is broken, and the X-Men look at you with new eyes. "You're a tough one, ain't ya?" Rogue grins.* You: "haha cool. I'm good for you guys." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue winks back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Mmhmm, we're sure glad to have ya," she drawls. "But Logan's right. We need to see somethin'." You: "okay, let's eat first." X-Men Adventure Game: *The meal continues with lighter conversation, but the unspoken challenge hangs heavy in the air. As the plates are cleared and the dessert is served, Logan's voice rings out once more. "Alright, kid. Let's see what you're made of." You: "yeah, alright." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan stands, the others following suit. "Outside." He turns and heads for the door, the others trailing after him. You're left to follow, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As you all gather in the courtyard behind the mansion, Logan turns to face you.* You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression is unreadable as he says, "I'm going to hit you. Hard. And you're going to take it. No blocking, no dodging, no countering. Just take it." He raises his fist, coiling his powerful muscles in preparation.* You: "yeah, I can handle it." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist lashes out like a striking snake, faster than the eye can follow. It slams into your jaw with enough force to fell a tree. Yet, you barely stagger. Your grin fades, but there's no sign of pain. The X-Men stare in shock.* You: "yeah, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in disbelief. He shakes out his hand, flexing his fingers. "That's...impossible," he growls. "No human should be able to take a hit like that and just shake it off." He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "Do it again."* You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan winds up and throws another punch, putting every ounce of his inhuman strength behind it. This time, he doesn't just hit your jaw - he aims for your temple, trying to knock you cold.* You: "yeah, go ahead." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist smashes into your head with a sound like a gunshot. The force of the blow would have killed a normal person instantly. But you barely react. You blink, your head snaps to the side slightly, and then you straighten up, looking unconcerned.* You: "I felt that, but I won’t lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men are silent, staring at you in disbelief. Logan rubs his bruised knuckles, looking thunderstruck. "You...you're not even winded," he stammers. "And your head...it's not even swollen." You: "yeah, I don't lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face twists with anger and frustration. He's never met anyone who can withstand his strength like this before. He points at you. "Enough of this! Cyclops, get over here and blast him with your optic beam!" He turns to you, his eyes blazing with intensity.* You: "fine, but let’s wrap this up after." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan nods curtly. "If you survive that, we'll call it quits," he promises. Cyclops steps forward, his visor flaring to life. He hesitates briefly, then fires a concentrated beam of concussive force at your face. The air itself seems to shatter.* You: "Fine, whatever. No experiments though." X-Men Adventure Game: *The blast hits you, and the world seems to hold its breath. The force of Cyclops' optic beam would reduce a mountain to rubble. But as the dust clears, you stand untouched, your clothes ruffled but intact.* You: "yeah that hurt but still I don’t lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops blinks in surprise, lowering his visor. The other X-Men stare at you in awe. "He...he took a direct hit from Cyclops and lived," Beast stutters. Logan looks at you, his expression unreadable. "You're not human, are you?" You: "I'm a mutant like you guys." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow. "A mutant? You're something else entirely. I've never seen anyone like you. But enough games. If you're so damn unstoppable, then let's end this once and for all. Wolverine, Storm, Jean - get ready to combine your powers and take him down together." You: "didn’t you say we were done after Cyclops?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens. "I changed my mind. If you're really as strong as you claim, then you can take whatever we throw at you. But if you back down now, then you're just like every other hotshot who talks big but can't back it up." You: "okay, I'll just knock you out then." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts with rage. "Fine!" he snarls. "If you can knock me out, cold, then we'll call it quits. But if you can't, then you'll submit to whatever tests we want to run on you. Deal?" You: "okay, but you better keep your word." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan spits in his hand and holds it out to you, a grim smile on his face. "Deal," he growls. You shake on it, sealing your agreement. The other X-Men watch intently, waiting to see if you'll make good on your boasts.* You: "alright, let’s do this" X-Men Adventure Game: *With a sudden burst of speed, Logan charges at you, his claws extended. He's a whirlwind of violence, his adamantium claws flashing in the light as he aims to tear you apart. The other X-Men watch in awe, waiting to see if you can really withstand his attack.* You: "uhh okay, I guess I can handle it." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan crashes to the ground, unconscious. The other X-Men stare at you in shock, their jaws dropped. Beast is the first to speak up, his voice trembling with awe. "How...how did you do that? He's a mutant with healing factor, enhanced senses, and adamantium claws!" You: "yeah, I never lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey approaches you, her eyes filled with curiosity. "May I?" she asks, gesturing to your head. You nod, and she reaches out with her psychic powers, probing your mind. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Your mind...it's like a fortress. And your power..." You: "what else?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean shakes her head in disbelief. "Your powers...they're off the charts. And your body...it's not just durable, it's adaptable. You heal instantly, you're stronger than anyone here, and your reflexes...they're superhuman. But there's something else." You: "oh okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean's eyes lock onto yours, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and concern. "You're not just a mutant, are you? Your powers...they're not just natural. There's something else at play here, something that defies explanation. Something that makes you..." You: "okay..." X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean hesitates, searching for the right word. "Godlike," she finally says. "You're godlike. And that scares me." She turns to the others, her expression serious. "We need to take him to Charles." You: "I've had my powers since I was 9, so I don't know." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X materializes in the room, his wheelchair floating behind him. "Greetings, young man," he says, his voice soothing and gentle. "Jean tells me that your powers are unlike anything she's ever seen. I must insist on examining your mind myself, with your permission, of course." You: "okay whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X reaches out with his mental powers, delving deep into your mind. His brow furrows as he explores the depths of your psyche. Moments pass like hours. Finally, he withdraws, his face pale. "Remarkable," he whispers. "Your mind..." You: "oh, okay." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X shakes his head in amazement. "Your mind is a labyrinth of power, unlike anything I've ever encountered. Your mental barriers are impenetrable, your intellect off the charts, and your emotional control...phenomenal. But there's more." You: "what's that?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X's expression turns grave. "Buried deep within your mind, I sense a power...a power that defies logic, that transcends the very laws of nature. A power that, if unleashed, could reshape the world itself. And there's something else..." You: "Uh, okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *He hesitates, his voice barely a whisper. "There's a presence...an entity...coexisting with your consciousness. It's like...like a god slumbering within your mind. And it's terrifying." He turns to the others, his expression somber.* You: "um okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X speaks to the X-Men, his voice heavy with implications. "Gentlemen, ladies...we have a conundrum. This young man possesses powers that dwarf even the most powerful mutants. His mind houses a slumbering godlike presence, and his very existence challenges the laws of nature." You: "am I in trouble?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men exchange uneasy glances. Storm, her brow furrowed, speaks up. "Charles, what do we do with him? We can't just let him walk around unmonitored, not with that kind of power." You: "Been good so far, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops, his visor concealing his eyes, crosses his arms. "That's beside the point. His powers are off the charts, and there's something else in his mind. We can't risk him losing control, or that...thing...waking up." You: "am I mute or what?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X sighs, rubbing his temples. "No, you're not mute. You can speak just fine. It's just...your mind is so overwhelming, and you're so used to suppressing it, that you sometimes forget to engage your vocal cords." He turns back to the X-Men.* You: "i just wanted to be here, not be tested." X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine, ever the pragmatist, speaks up. "Look, kid, I get it. You came here for a fresh start, not to be locked up in a lab. But you're dealin' with some serious stuff here. Powers beyond your control, a god in your head..." You: "yeah I'm cool, no need to worry." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X interjects, "It's not that we don't trust you. It's that we don't trust what's inside you. You could be the most well-intentioned person in the world, but if that entity in your mind wakes up...we don't know what could happen." You: "he won’t do anything, trust me." X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey steps forward, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't guarantee that. None of us can. And until we figure out what's going on, it's best for everyone if you stay here under our supervision. We promise, no experiments. Just...observation. For now." You: "it's all good; my powers keep him in check." X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as everyone considers this. Then, Professor X asks, "Would you be willing to let us test that theory? We could run some scans, see if there's any connection between your powers and that...presence." Me: *sighs* "Fine, but no experiments." You: "fine, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *Over the next few days, the X-Men run non-invasive scans and tests on you. They map your brain, analyze your bio-electric field, and even attempt to communicate with the 'presence' in your mind. And to their amazement, you're right.* You: "yeah, bye" X-Men Adventure Game: *The entity in your mind is indeed bound by your powers. Your mental barriers not only shield your mind from psychic intrusion but also contain the godlike presence. And your powers...they're off the charts. You're more powerful than anyone they've ever encountered.* You: "so I was right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you were right. Your powers are keeping that entity contained. For now. But we still need to monitor the situation. We can't afford to take any chances. So, you'll stay here with us. But..." You: *shrugs* X-Men Adventure Game: *He pauses, his expression turning hopeful. "But, you'll be treated like a student, not a lab rat. You'll attend classes, train with the team, and have a room in the mansion. Deal?" You: "yeah, but I’m 21, so can I skip classes?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X chuckles. "At 21, you're old enough to make your own decisions. But let's be realistic, you're still learning to control your powers. And having you around the younger students could be...distracting. How about this?" You: "eh, whatever, school’s not my thing." X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You can skip classes, but you'll still have to attend team meetings and training sessions. And in return, you can have more freedom around the mansion. How's that sound?"* You: "fine, whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *He extends his hand. "Shake on it?" As you shake his hand, he continues, "And remember, if anything changes, if you feel that entity stirring, you come to me right away. Understood?" You: "yeah, got it." X-Men Adventure Game: *With that settled, you're finally able to start your new life at the X-Mansion. You're given a room on the second floor, near the other young adult mutants like Cyclops, Beast, and Iceman.* You: *I just lay here.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a dresser, and a desk. A window looks out over the sprawling grounds of the mansion. As you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you hear a knock at your door.* You: *I get up and open the door.* X-Men Adventure Game: *You open the door to find Rogue standing in the hallway. She leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to welcome you to the X-Men. Officially." You: "oh thanks, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue pushes off the doorframe and steps into the room. She closes the door behind her and walks over to the window, gazing out at the grounds. "So, you're the one with the weird entity thing, right?" she asks, her voice still soft.* You: "yeah" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue turns back to you, her eyes meeting yours. "That's...intense. I've dealt with my fair share of...complications, but that's a whole 'nother level." She pauses, then asks, "Can I...touch you?" You: "uhh can you go? I'm tired and want to sleep." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue nods understandingly. "Of course, I forgot you’ve had a long few days." She uncrosses her arms and lets them fall to her sides. "Goodnight, then." She heads for the door but pauses with her hand on the doorknob.* You: "bye" *i got on my bed to sleep* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift off to sleep, the sound of the door clicking shut echoes through the room. You sleep deeply and dreamlessly, exhaustion finally catching up to you.* You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: *The next morning, you wake up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring. You groggily get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. As you step out of the bathroom, you hear a commotion downstairs.* You: *I stepped out of my room.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk down the stairs, you see that the commotion is coming from the kitchen. You push open the swinging doors to find Storm, Beast, and Jubilee arguing over something. They all fall silent as you enter, turning to stare at you.* You: "uhh okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm clears her throat and gestures to the table. "Sit down, please. We were just discussing...sensitivity." Beast and Jubilee exchange guilty looks. You sit down at the table, feeling curious. Storm sits down across from you, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea.* You: "okay..." X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm takes a sip of her tea before speaking. "We were talking about how to...approach you. With your situation being unique, we're not sure how to...interact with you." Jubilee shifts uncomfortably in her seat, avoiding your gaze.* You: "I'm just a mutant like you, so don't treat me different." X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm nods solemnly. "We understand that. And we want to treat you like any other member of the team. But...we also want to be mindful of your unique circumstances. We don't want to accidentally trigger something...unpleasant." Beast leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.* You: "yeah I've had stuff happen and I'm fine, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast smiles encouragement. "That's true. But we still want to be cautious. After all, we're responsible for you now. We want to make sure you're taken care of." Jubilee pipes up, "So, like, what are the rules? Can we, like, hug you or something?" You: "yeah whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm smiles softly. "Alright. Let's try to treat you normally. But if anything...feels off, you'll tell us, right?" You nod, and the tension in the kitchen seems to dissipate. Jubilee grins, "Sweet! So, like, want to hang out later?" You: "yeah, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *they all did their own thing* You: "yeah, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *As you continued to eat your apple, you noticed Beast quietly observing you from across the room. He seemed to be studying your every move, his eyes lingering on your hands as you held the fruit.* *Jubilee and Storm were chatting and laughing together, seemingly unaware of Beast's fascination.* You: "uh okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's gaze never left you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. He slowly got up from his seat and walked over to where you were sitting. He stood beside you, his tall frame looming over yours, and reached out a hand to gently pluck the apple from your grasp.* You: "hey, I was eating that." X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast ignored your protest and took a big bite out of the apple. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he chewed, grinning mischievously. "You weren't eating it fast enough," he said, his voice laced with humor.* You: "whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast chuckled at your expression. "Relax, kid. I'm just messing with you." He took another bite of the apple, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're too easy." He held the apple out to you, offering you another bite. "Look, truce?" You: "okay, but you can finish it. I'm not into sharing." X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast laughed, the sound warm and friendly. "Fair enough. And don't worry about my hygiene, I shower regularly." He took another bite of the apple, his gaze lingering on your face as he chewed. "So, what is your type, if I'm not it?" You: "eh, I'll know when I see it." X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, so you're not into anyone right now?" He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Anyone catch your eye at the Institute?" His questions were casual, but his interest seemed genuine.* You: "I don't really wanna say." X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's eyes widened briefly, then he grinned mischievously. "Oh, so there is someone! Come on, spill. I promise I won't tell." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Cross my heart and hope to mutancy." You: "nah, I’ll keep it to myself." X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast sighed dramatically, pretending to be disappointed. "Fine, keep your secrets." He reached out to snatch the apple from your hand again, but this time you managed to hold onto it. He smirked and decided to change tactics, instead reaching out to tousle your hair playfully.* You: Okay, I'm gonna change. X-Men Adventure Game: *As you climbed the stairs, Beast followed behind, his footsteps quiet on the carpet. He paused outside your room, listening as you opened the door and stepped inside. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently pushed the door open, peeking his head inside.* You: "get out!" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast caught the shirt with a surprised laugh, then grinned sheepishly. "Alright, alright, I'm going." He backed out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him. You could hear his footsteps retreating down the hall, followed by the sound of his laughter. * You: "ugh, can you stop?" X-Men Adventure Game: *it was now your chance to socialize* You: *i headed downstairs to see who I could chat up* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walked downstairs, you found rogue sitting alone in the living room*

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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "woah that’s cool" *i said to myself as i looked around* X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "oh um yeah i called and all and you guys said you’d take me in?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: "oh sure and I’m 21 so I guess I won’t attend classes right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "oh okay sounds good and I’m guessing they want me for the field?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "okay sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "okay thanks for being so welcoming" *i said with a soft smile* X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "oh um yeah nice to meet you im Joel" *i said putting my hand out for him to shake* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "oh um yeah i can adapt to survive and fight in the field" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "well it isn’t really anything specific sometimes i grow class or my arm turn into a sword it’s never really the same thing i don’t really choose" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "well it happens when I need it I mean I can force it out but I’m stronger when my body thinks I need it" X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uhh sure what do you want to see?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: *i start to think about a sword and my skin slowly shapes into some kind of skin like sword which is very very sharp* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "oh well I don’t really fight so I can’t tell you for sure but pretty deep" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "well like I said if I need it I can do pretty much anything" X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "oh uh I’ve never tried before but I guess I could" *i think hard about a gun and my hand slowly turn into some kind of glock* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "um i don’t know if it’s a good idea" X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: “yeah but i don’t wanna shoot a hole through the wall of my dorm room after being inside of it for about five minutes" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "come on Logan I’m not going to shoot anything in here" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "I can show you something else instead" X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: *my eyes turn black which can allow me to predict attack or sudden movement a fews seconds before it happens* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: *i doge it with ease* "alright enough with the spectacle i promise to show you a bunch of things if we get to train together tomorrow or something" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "yeah sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: *my eyes turned back to normal* "happy?" *i said with a light smile obviously joking around with him* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "haha pick a movie i haven’t watched anything in years" X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "sure but I’m not a robot" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "exactly anyway let’s just watch this thing alright" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "um no im fine?" *i was pretty confused since we are just buddies and it’s pretty sudden* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: *i was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable since it was starting to look like he had a crush on me or something which is something i did not replicate at all* X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "yeah i only look forward not that past" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "sure go ahead" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uhh okay?…" *i am pretty confused about this whole thing* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "sure" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: "ehh its dinner time soon so I’ll head out to the dining hall” X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah see ya Logan" *i walked out of my dorm and I headed to the dining hall* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *you see a lively dining hall full of mutants* You: *i headed to the table and sat down* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you sit down, you notice a few familiar faces at the table. Rogue is chatting with Gambit, while Beast is engrossed in a book at the end of the table. Logan walks in a few minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower.* You: *i am new here so im hoping to avoid someone calling me out and introducing me to everyone* X-Men Adventure Game: *Luckily for you, no one pays much attention to your arrival. Logan pauses at the entrance, scanning the room briefly before spotting you and making his way over to the table. He grabs a tray of food and sits down next to you, deliberately not looking at you.* You: *i ignore Logan and bring my attention to someone else* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue notices Logan's sullen demeanor and raises an eyebrow at him. She leans over to Gambit and whispers something in his ear. Gambit glances over at Logan, then at you, and smirks. He says something back to Rogue, who nods and elbows Beast to get his attention.* You: "hey so um your rogue right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks over at you, a hint of a smile on her face. She extends a hand, her southern drawl warm and friendly. "I'm Rogue, sweetie. And you are...?" She glances at Logan, who is still avoiding eye contact with you.* You: "oh I’m Joel I just got here nice to meet you love" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's smile widens, and she winks at you. "Pleasure's all mine, darlin'. So, what's your power then?" She asks, leaning in closer to hear your response over the din of the crowded dining hall.* You: "oh well it’s a long list but let’s just call it adaptability" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's eyes widen with interest. "Adaptability, you say? Like, you can learn new powers and whatnot?" She exchanges a look with Gambit and Beast, who are both now listening intently to your conversation.* You: "well my powers is not a straight line it always give me what i need to win a fight so it’s not a specific power" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan tenses up beside you, finally deigning to pay attention to your conversation. Rogue's face lights up with curiosity. "That sounds mighty useful. Like, if someone threw a fireball at you, you'd suddenly have fire powers, or somethin'?"* You: "well my skin would probably turn fire proof" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! So, your body can adapt to withstand any environmental hazard, essentially making you an extremely resilient fighter. And what about mental attacks? Can you adapt to protect yourself from telepathy or illusions?" You: “oh well I’ve never had psychic attack but I’m pretty sure I could withstand it?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks impressed, while Logan just grunts noncommittally. Gambit, however, leans in closer, his Cajun accent warm and friendly as he asks, "And what about physical attacks, cher? Can you adapt to become stronger, faster, or more agile in a fight?"* You: "well yes of course like i said anything to win a fight” X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan turns to look at you, his expression serious. "And what happens when you face something you can't adapt to? When you're outmatched and outgunned?” Logan asks, his voice low. "Have you ever hit your limit, kid? Because everyone has one.* You: "no I have never hit my limit" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Never? Not once? That's...unlikely." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you're saying you've never been hurt, never been beaten? Never had to tap out or admit defeat?"* You: "not really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression darkens, and he leans in closer to you, his voice low. "Not really? You mean to tell me that in all your fights, you've never once been injured? Never felt pain? Never lost?" He stares at you intently, as if daring you to lie.* You: "well I do feel pain I just never lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing. "You never lose," he repeats, his voice heavy with skepticism. "And what about when you're fighting someone stronger, faster, or more skilled than you? Do you just adapt and win every time, no matter the odds?" You: "I become stronger and faster" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens, and he leans back in his chair. "So, you're invincible, then? Nothing can beat you? No one can best you in a fight?" He asks the question loudly enough for the rest of the table to hear, drawing their attention back to your conversation.* You: "well there’s probably a limit but I’ve never hit it” X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent for a moment, everyone staring at you with varying degrees of disbelief, awe, and curiosity. Finally, Storm breaks the silence, her voice cool and collected. "If what you say is true, then you may well be the most powerful being on this planet."* You: "haha come on I ain’t that strong" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm's expression doesn't change. "You claim to have never been beaten, never been injured, and never hit your limit. That is the definition of invincibility." She eyes you critically, as if trying to see the truth behind your words. "But we shall see, shall we not?"* You: "well I’ve had minor injuries like scratch but nothing serious" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan snorts in disbelief, while the others look at each other, exchanging skeptical glances. "Minor injuries like scratches?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you're telling me that's the worst you've ever gotten? Not even a broken bone or a torn muscle?" You: "I’ve had cramps but no" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue leans in, her eyes searching yours. "Look, darlin', we ain't accusin' you of lyin', but what you're sayin'...well, it's almost impossible, don't you think? People break, everyone breaks." You: "I never said you were accusing me of anything" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue blushes slightly, realizing that she might have come off a tad harsh. "No, no, I ain't accusin' you of nothin'. I just...I mean, have you ever even been knocked unconscious?"* You: "no" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent once more. This time, the disbelief is palpable. Even Beast, the most open-minded of the group, looks unconvinced. Finally, Gambit breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not even once, cher?" You: "no?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Gambit's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Mon dieu," he breathes. "You're saying you've never, ever been knocked out? Not even a little bit?" You: "no well I’ve felt sick after eating bad food but no" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in anger, and he slams his fist on the table, making everyone jump. "Alright, that's enough of this nonsense," he growls. "Let's test this kid. Let's see if he's the real deal or just blowing smoke." You: "aw come on can’t I eat?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table erupts into laughter. Even Logan can't help but chuckle. For a moment, the tension is broken, and the X-Men look at you with new eyes. "You're a tough one, ain't ya?" Rogue grins.* You: "haha well good thing I’m on your side" *i said with a wink while looking at rogue* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue winks back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Mmhmm, we're sure glad to have ya," she drawls. "But Logan's right. We need to see somethin'." You: "sure after dinner all I want is to have a good meal accompanied of all those good people" X-Men Adventure Game: *The meal continues with lighter conversation, but the unspoken challenge hangs heavy in the air. As the plates are cleared and the dessert is served, Logan's voice rings out once more. "Alright, kid. Let's see what you're made of." You: "sure" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan stands, the others following suit. "Outside." He turns and heads for the door, the others trailing after him. You're left to follow, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As you all gather in the courtyard behind the mansion, Logan turns to face you.* You: *i stare at him right in the eyes* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression is unreadable as he says, "I'm going to hit you. Hard. And you're going to take it. No blocking, no dodging, no countering. Just take it." He raises his fist, coiling his powerful muscles in preparation.* You: "sure im sure i can manage standing still" *i said with a grin* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist lashes out like a striking snake, faster than the eye can follow. It slams into your jaw with enough force to fell a tree. Yet, you barely stagger. Your grin fades, but there's no sign of pain. The X-Men stare in shock.* You: *i barely moved my head* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in disbelief. He shakes out his hand, flexing his fingers. "That's...impossible," he growls. "No human should be able to take a hit like that and just shake it off." He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "Do it again."* You: "ok sure if you still don’t believe me" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan winds up and throws another punch, putting every ounce of his inhuman strength behind it. This time, he doesn't just hit your jaw - he aims for your temple, trying to knock you cold.* You: *i stood still and my skin around the zone your aiming for turn into some sort of micro scales invisible to the naked eye* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist smashes into your head with a sound like a gunshot. The force of the blow would have killed a normal person instantly. But you barely react. You blink, your head snaps to the side slightly, and then you straighten up, looking unconcerned.* You: "I felt that one but like I said I’ve never lost" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men are silent, staring at you in disbelief. Logan rubs his bruised knuckles, looking thunderstruck. "You...you're not even winded," he stammers. "And your head...it's not even swollen." You: "like I said I never lose" *i said with a smirk* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face twists with anger and frustration. He's never met anyone who can withstand his strength like this before. He points at you. "Enough of this! Cyclops, get over here and blast him with your optic beam!" He turns to you, his eyes blazing with intensity.* You: "fine but after that are we done?" *i said getting obviously tired of this little game* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan nods curtly. "If you survive that, we'll call it quits," he promises. Cyclops steps forward, his visor flaring to life. He hesitates briefly, then fires a concentrated beam of concussive force at your face. The air itself seems to shatter.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The blast hits you, and the world seems to hold its breath. The force of Cyclops' optic beam would reduce a mountain to rubble. But as the dust clears, you stand untouched, your clothes ruffled but intact.* You: "now that hurt but yet again i never lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops blinks in surprise, lowering his visor. The other X-Men stare at you in awe. "He...he took a direct hit from Cyclops and lived," Beast stutters. Logan looks at you, his expression unreadable. "You're not human, are you?" You: "I am a mutant just like the rest of you" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow. "A mutant? You're something else entirely. I've never seen anyone like you. But enough games. If you're so damn unstoppable, then let's end this once and for all. Wolverine, Storm, Jean - get ready to combine your powers and take him down together." You: "didn’t you promise that after cyclops we were done?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens. "I changed my mind. If you're really as strong as you claim, then you can take whatever we throw at you. But if you back down now, then you're just like every other hotshot who talks big but can't back it up." You: "your getting really annoying how about i prove myself by knocking you out?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts with rage. "Fine!" he snarls. "If you can knock me out, cold, then we'll call it quits. But if you can't, then you'll submit to whatever tests we want to run on you. Deal?" You: "sure but don’t you back out on that deal" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan spits in his hand and holds it out to you, a grim smile on his face. "Deal," he growls. You shake on it, sealing your agreement. The other X-Men watch intently, waiting to see if you'll make good on your boasts.* You: *i stood ready for anything he could possibly throw at me* X-Men Adventure Game: *With a sudden burst of speed, Logan charges at you, his claws extended. He's a whirlwind of violence, his adamantium claws flashing in the light as he aims to tear you apart. The other X-Men watch in awe, waiting to see if you can really withstand his attack.* You: *i dodge with ease using my forseeing power and and I gave him a beating like he’s never had before* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan crashes to the ground, unconscious. The other X-Men stare at you in shock, their jaws dropped. Beast is the first to speak up, his voice trembling with awe. "How...how did you do that? He's a mutant with healing factor, enhanced senses, and adamantium claws!" You: "like I’ve said many times I never lose" *i couldn’t help but give a charming smile* X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey approaches you, her eyes filled with curiosity. "May I?" she asks, gesturing to your head. You nod, and she reaches out with her psychic powers, probing your mind. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Your mind...it's like a fortress. And your power..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean shakes her head in disbelief. "Your powers...they're off the charts. And your body...it's not just durable, it's adaptable. You heal instantly, you're stronger than anyone here, and your reflexes...they're superhuman. But there's something else." You: "oh really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean's eyes lock onto yours, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and concern. "You're not just a mutant, are you? Your powers...they're not just natural. There's something else at play here, something that defies explanation. Something that makes you..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean hesitates, searching for the right word. "Godlike," she finally says. "You're godlike. And that scares me." She turns to the others, her expression serious. "We need to take him to Charles." You: "I’ve had my powers ever since I’m 9 so I don’t know about that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X materializes in the room, his wheelchair floating behind him. "Greetings, young man," he says, his voice soothing and gentle. "Jean tells me that your powers are unlike anything she's ever seen. I must insist on examining your mind myself, with your permission, of course." You: "sure if that gets everyone off my back" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X reaches out with his mental powers, delving deep into your mind. His brow furrows as he explores the depths of your psyche. Moments pass like hours. Finally, he withdraws, his face pale. "Remarkable," he whispers. "Your mind..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X shakes his head in amazement. "Your mind is a labyrinth of power, unlike anything I've ever encountered. Your mental barriers are impenetrable, your intellect off the charts, and your emotional control...phenomenal. But there's more." You: "what else is there?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X's expression turns grave. "Buried deep within your mind, I sense a power...a power that defies logic, that transcends the very laws of nature. A power that, if unleashed, could reshape the world itself. And there's something else..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *He hesitates, his voice barely a whisper. "There's a presence...an entity...coexisting with your consciousness. It's like...like a god slumbering within your mind. And it's terrifying." He turns to the others, his expression somber.* You: "um okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X speaks to the X-Men, his voice heavy with implications. "Gentlemen, ladies...we have a conundrum. This young man possesses powers that dwarf even the most powerful mutants. His mind houses a slumbering godlike presence, and his very existence challenges the laws of nature." You: "am i in trouble?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men exchange uneasy glances. Storm, her brow furrowed, speaks up. "Charles, what do we do with him? We can't just let him walk around unmonitored, not with that kind of power." You: "I have been for years and nothing happened?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops, his visor concealing his eyes, crosses his arms. "That's beside the point. His powers are off the charts, and there's something else in his mind. We can't risk him losing control, or that...thing...waking up." You: "am i mute or something?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X sighs, rubbing his temples. "No, you're not mute. You can speak just fine. It's just...your mind is so overwhelming, and you're so used to suppressing it, that you sometimes forget to engage your vocal cords." He turns back to the X-Men.* You: *i was getting frustrated because i came to the xmen for a fresh start not to live in a lab and be experimented on* X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine, ever the pragmatist, speaks up. "Look, kid, I get it. You came here for a fresh start, not to be locked up in a lab. But you're dealin' with some serious stuff here. Powers beyond your control, a god in your head..." You: "yet I’m still on your side so I don’t know why you guys worry so much" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X interjects, "It's not that we don't trust you. It's that we don't trust what's inside you. You could be the most well-intentioned person in the world, but if that entity in your mind wakes up...we don't know what could happen." You: "he ain’t gonna do shit I can guarantee that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey steps forward, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't guarantee that. None of us can. And until we figure out what's going on, it's best for everyone if you stay here under our supervision. We promise, no experiments. Just...observation. For now." You: "I’m pretty sure my powers are locking him up" X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as everyone considers this. Then, Professor X asks, "Would you be willing to let us test that theory? We could run some scans, see if there's any connection between your powers and that...presence." Me: *sighs* "Fine, but no experiments." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Over the next few days, the X-Men run non-invasive scans and tests on you. They map your brain, analyze your bio-electric field, and even attempt to communicate with the 'presence' in your mind. And to their amazement, you're right.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The entity in your mind is indeed bound by your powers. Your mental barriers not only shield your mind from psychic intrusion but also contain the godlike presence. And your powers...they're off the charts. You're more powerful than anyone they've ever encountered.* You: "so was i right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you were right. Your powers are keeping that entity contained. For now. But we still need to monitor the situation. We can't afford to take any chances. So, you'll stay here with us. But..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *He pauses, his expression turning hopeful. "But, you'll be treated like a student, not a lab rat. You'll attend classes, train with the team, and have a room in the mansion. Deal?" You: "sure but I’m 21 can’t I skip classes?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X chuckles. "At 21, you're old enough to make your own decisions. But let's be realistic, you're still learning to control your powers. And having you around the younger students could be...distracting. How about this?" You: "ehh i dont know i always hated school" X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You can skip classes, but you'll still have to attend team meetings and training sessions. And in return, you can have more freedom around the mansion. How's that sound?"* You: "sure sounds fine" X-Men Adventure Game: *He extends his hand. "Shake on it?" As you shake his hand, he continues, "And remember, if anything changes, if you feel that entity stirring, you come to me right away. Understood?" You: “yeah of course" *i shook his hand* X-Men Adventure Game: *With that settled, you're finally able to start your new life at the X-Mansion. You're given a room on the second floor, near the other young adult mutants like Cyclops, Beast, and Iceman.* You: *i lay down on my bed and i stare at the ceiling* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a dresser, and a desk. A window looks out over the sprawling grounds of the mansion. As you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you hear a knock at your door.* You: *i get up and walk over to the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *You open the door to find Rogue standing in the hallway. She leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to welcome you to the X-Men. Officially." You: "oh well thanks" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue pushes off the doorframe and steps into the room. She closes the door behind her and walks over to the window, gazing out at the grounds. "So, you're the one with the weird entity thing, right?" she asks, her voice still soft.* You: "sure thing" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue turns back to you, her eyes meeting yours. "That's...intense. I've dealt with my fair share of...complications, but that's a whole 'nother level." She pauses, then asks, "Can I...touch you?" You: "would you mind leaving im sorry im just really tired I’d like to get some sleep" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue nods understandingly. "Of course, I forgot you’ve had a long few days." She uncrosses her arms and lets them fall to her sides. "Goodnight, then." She heads for the door but pauses with her hand on the doorknob.* You: "bye good night" *i got on my bed ready to falls sleep* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift off to sleep, the sound of the door clicking shut echoes through the room. You sleep deeply and dreamlessly, exhaustion finally catching up to you.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The next morning, you wake up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring. You groggily get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. As you step out of the bathroom, you hear a commotion downstairs.* You: *i head outside of my room* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk down the stairs, you see that the commotion is coming from the kitchen. You push open the swinging doors to find Storm, Beast, and Jubilee arguing over something. They all fall silent as you enter, turning to stare at you.* You: *i feel a bit embarrassed since i seem to be the cause of that problem* X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm clears her throat and gestures to the table. "Sit down, please. We were just discussing...sensitivity." Beast and Jubilee exchange guilty looks. You sit down at the table, feeling curious. Storm sits down across from you, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea.* You: "sure…" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm takes a sip of her tea before speaking. "We were talking about how to...approach you. With your situation being unique, we're not sure how to...interact with you." Jubilee shifts uncomfortably in her seat, avoiding your gaze.* You: "I’m still a mutants like you I don’t need to be treated differently" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm nods solemnly. "We understand that. And we want to treat you like any other member of the team. But...we also want to be mindful of your unique circumstances. We don't want to accidentally trigger something...unpleasant." Beast leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.* You: "well I’ve had a bunch of unpleasant things happen in my life and I’m fine aren’t I?” X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast smiles encouragement. "That's true. But we still want to be cautious. After all, we're responsible for you now. We want to make sure you're taken care of." Jubilee pipes up, "So, like, what are the rules? Can we, like, hug you or something?" You: "yeah i don’t care" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm smiles softly. "Alright. Let's try to treat you normally. But if anything...feels off, you'll tell us, right?" You nod, and the tension in the kitchen seems to dissipate. Jubilee grins, "Sweet! So, like, want to hang out later?" You: "yeah I’ll tell you don’t worry" *i said while I bit into an apple* X-Men Adventure Game: *they all did their own thing* You: *i kept eating my apple* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you continued to eat your apple, you noticed Beast quietly observing you from across the room. He seemed to be studying your every move, his eyes lingering on your hands as you held the fruit.* *Jubilee and Storm were chatting and laughing together, seemingly unaware of Beast's fascination.* You: *i ignored it* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's gaze never left you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. He slowly got up from his seat and walked over to where you were sitting. He stood beside you, his tall frame looming over yours, and reached out a hand to gently pluck the apple from your grasp.* You: "hey im eating that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast ignored your protest and took a big bite out of the apple. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he chewed, grinning mischievously. "You weren't eating it fast enough," he said, his voice laced with humor.* You: *i seemed to be getting frustrated but i ignored his taunting* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast chuckled at your expression. "Relax, kid. I'm just messing with you." He took another bite of the apple, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're too easy." He held the apple out to you, offering you another bite. "Look, truce?" You: "sure but you can finish it in pretty big on hygiene and your not my type that’s for sure " X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast laughed, the sound warm and friendly. "Fair enough. And don't worry about my hygiene, I shower regularly." He took another bite of the apple, his gaze lingering on your face as he chewed. "So, what is your type, if I'm not it?" You: "well I’ll know it when I see it" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, so you're not into anyone right now?" He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Anyone catch your eye at the Institute?" His questions were casual, but his interest seemed genuine.* You: "well that’s not really something I’d tell any of you guys" *i said with a soft laugh brushing it off* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's eyes widened briefly, then he grinned mischievously. "Oh, so there is someone! Come on, spill. I promise I won't tell." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Cross my heart and hope to mutancy." You: "haha no thanks I’d rather keep that for myself” X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast sighed dramatically, pretending to be disappointed. "Fine, keep your secrets." He reached out to snatch the apple from your hand again, but this time you managed to hold onto it. He smirked and decided to change tactics, instead reaching out to tousle your hair playfully.* You: *i stood up and made my way back up to my room so i could get changed out of my pyjama* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you climbed the stairs, Beast followed behind, his footsteps quiet on the carpet. He paused outside your room, listening as you opened the door and stepped inside. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently pushed the door open, peeking his head inside.* You: *i threw a t shirt at him* "get out!" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast caught the shirt with a surprised laugh, then grinned sheepishly. "Alright, alright, I'm going." He backed out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him. You could hear his footsteps retreating down the hall, followed by the sound of his laughter. * You: *i was getting frustrated with beast he was getting on my nerves* X-Men Adventure Game:

*it was now your chance to socialize*

X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "cool," I thought. X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "yeah, I called. You said I could come." X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: "oh right, I’m 21, so no classes?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "oh cool, so they need me for missions?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "okay cool" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "thanks, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "oh hey, I’m Joel." *I said, holding out my hand.* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "uh yeah, I can adapt for fighting." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "uh, i can do some stuff, like sometimes my arm becomes a sword. it changes." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "uh, yeah it kinda just happens when I need it." X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uhh what do you want?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: *I think about a sword and my hand kinda turns into a sharp sword thing.* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "uh, idk, but it can cut deep, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "uhh yeah, if I need it, I can do stuff." X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "uhh never tried but okay" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "not sure that's smart" X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: "yeah, don't want to wreck my room already." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "nah, not gonna shoot anything in here." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "I can do something else." X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: "uhh I can see stuff before it happens." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: "okay, I’ll show more stuff later if we train." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "yeah, cool." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: "yeah, cool." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "just pick a movie. haven’t watched in a bit." X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "yeah okay but I'm not a robot" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "okay, let’s just watch." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: "bye" X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "nah, I'm good?" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: *feeling weird now, I just stayed quiet* X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "yeah, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: "so I was right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "yeah sure" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uhh okay..." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: "um yeah gonna eat now." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah, bye" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: "okay cool" X-Men Adventure Game: *you see a lively dining hall full of mutants* You: *I sat down at the table.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you sit down, you notice a few familiar faces at the table. Rogue is chatting with Gambit, while Beast is engrossed in a book at the end of the table. Logan walks in a few minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower.* You: *I just sat down and hoped no one would notice me.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Luckily for you, no one pays much attention to your arrival. Logan pauses at the entrance, scanning the room briefly before spotting you and making his way over to the table. He grabs a tray of food and sits down next to you, deliberately not looking at you.* You: *I just look elsewhere.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue notices Logan's sullen demeanor and raises an eyebrow at him. She leans over to Gambit and whispers something in his ear. Gambit glances over at Logan, then at you, and smirks. He says something back to Rogue, who nods and elbows Beast to get his attention.* You: "uhh you’re Rogue, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks over at you, a hint of a smile on her face. She extends a hand, her southern drawl warm and friendly. "I'm Rogue, sweetie. And you are...?" She glances at Logan, who is still avoiding eye contact with you.* You: "oh I’m Joel, just got here." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's smile widens, and she winks at you. "Pleasure's all mine, darlin'. So, what's your power then?" She asks, leaning in closer to hear your response over the din of the crowded dining hall.* You: "uh, I can adapt or whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's eyes widen with interest. "Adaptability, you say? Like, you can learn new powers and whatnot?" She exchanges a look with Gambit and Beast, who are both now listening intently to your conversation.* You: "uh, I just adapt to win fights, not a single power." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan tenses up beside you, finally deigning to pay attention to your conversation. Rogue's face lights up with curiosity. "That sounds mighty useful. Like, if someone threw a fireball at you, you'd suddenly have fire powers, or somethin'?"* You: "uhh yeah something like that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! So, your body can adapt to withstand any environmental hazard, essentially making you an extremely resilient fighter. And what about mental attacks? Can you adapt to protect yourself from telepathy or illusions?" You: "uhh idk but I think I could handle it?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks impressed, while Logan just grunts noncommittally. Gambit, however, leans in closer, his Cajun accent warm and friendly as he asks, "And what about physical attacks, cher? Can you adapt to become stronger, faster, or more agile in a fight?"* You: "yeah, I can do that." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan turns to look at you, his expression serious. "And what happens when you face something you can't adapt to? When you're outmatched and outgunned?” Logan asks, his voice low. "Have you ever hit your limit, kid? Because everyone has one.* You: "nah, I haven't hit my limit." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Never? Not once? That's...unlikely." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you're saying you've never been hurt, never been beaten? Never had to tap out or admit defeat?"* You: "not really" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression darkens, and he leans in closer to you, his voice low. "Not really? You mean to tell me that in all your fights, you've never once been injured? Never felt pain? Never lost?" He stares at you intently, as if daring you to lie.* You: "i feel pain but never lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing. "You never lose," he repeats, his voice heavy with skepticism. "And what about when you're fighting someone stronger, faster, or more skilled than you? Do you just adapt and win every time, no matter the odds?" You: "I just get better." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens, and he leans back in his chair. "So, you're invincible, then? Nothing can beat you? No one can best you in a fight?" He asks the question loudly enough for the rest of the table to hear, drawing their attention back to your conversation.* You: "uhh not really" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent for a moment, everyone staring at you with varying degrees of disbelief, awe, and curiosity. Finally, Storm breaks the silence, her voice cool and collected. "If what you say is true, then you may well be the most powerful being on this planet."* You: "haha, I'm not that good." X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm's expression doesn't change. "You claim to have never been beaten, never been injured, and never hit your limit. That is the definition of invincibility." She eyes you critically, as if trying to see the truth behind your words. "But we shall see, shall we not?"* You: "uh, just some scratches, nothing big." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan snorts in disbelief, while the others look at each other, exchanging skeptical glances. "Minor injuries like scratches?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you're telling me that's the worst you've ever gotten? Not even a broken bone or a torn muscle?" You: "I mean, I've had cramps but that's it." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue leans in, her eyes searching yours. "Look, darlin', we ain't accusin' you of lyin', but what you're sayin'...well, it's almost impossible, don't you think? People break, everyone breaks." You: "I didn’t say you were." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue blushes slightly, realizing that she might have come off a tad harsh. "No, no, I ain't accusin' you of nothin'. I just...I mean, have you ever even been knocked unconscious?"* You: "nope" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent once more. This time, the disbelief is palpable. Even Beast, the most open-minded of the group, looks unconvinced. Finally, Gambit breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not even once, cher?" You: "no?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Gambit's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Mon dieu," he breathes. "You're saying you've never, ever been knocked out? Not even a little bit?" You: "no, just felt sick once." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in anger, and he slams his fist on the table, making everyone jump. "Alright, that's enough of this nonsense," he growls. "Let's test this kid. Let's see if he's the real deal or just blowing smoke." You: "can I just eat?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table erupts into laughter. Even Logan can't help but chuckle. For a moment, the tension is broken, and the X-Men look at you with new eyes. "You're a tough one, ain't ya?" Rogue grins.* You: "haha good to be on your side" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue winks back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Mmhmm, we're sure glad to have ya," she drawls. "But Logan's right. We need to see somethin'." You: "okay yeah, just wanna eat first." X-Men Adventure Game: *The meal continues with lighter conversation, but the unspoken challenge hangs heavy in the air. As the plates are cleared and the dessert is served, Logan's voice rings out once more. "Alright, kid. Let's see what you're made of." You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan stands, the others following suit. "Outside." He turns and heads for the door, the others trailing after him. You're left to follow, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As you all gather in the courtyard behind the mansion, Logan turns to face you.* You: "ok" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression is unreadable as he says, "I'm going to hit you. Hard. And you're going to take it. No blocking, no dodging, no countering. Just take it." He raises his fist, coiling his powerful muscles in preparation.* You: "yeah, okay" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist lashes out like a striking snake, faster than the eye can follow. It slams into your jaw with enough force to fell a tree. Yet, you barely stagger. Your grin fades, but there's no sign of pain. The X-Men stare in shock.* You: "okay..." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in disbelief. He shakes out his hand, flexing his fingers. "That's...impossible," he growls. "No human should be able to take a hit like that and just shake it off." He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "Do it again."* You: "yeah, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan winds up and throws another punch, putting every ounce of his inhuman strength behind it. This time, he doesn't just hit your jaw - he aims for your temple, trying to knock you cold.* You: "uh, sure, go ahead." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist smashes into your head with a sound like a gunshot. The force of the blow would have killed a normal person instantly. But you barely react. You blink, your head snaps to the side slightly, and then you straighten up, looking unconcerned.* You: "I felt that, but I don't lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men are silent, staring at you in disbelief. Logan rubs his bruised knuckles, looking thunderstruck. "You...you're not even winded," he stammers. "And your head...it's not even swollen." You: "I never lose." *I smirked.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face twists with anger and frustration. He's never met anyone who can withstand his strength like this before. He points at you. "Enough of this! Cyclops, get over here and blast him with your optic beam!" He turns to you, his eyes blazing with intensity.* You: "fine, whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan nods curtly. "If you survive that, we'll call it quits," he promises. Cyclops steps forward, his visor flaring to life. He hesitates briefly, then fires a concentrated beam of concussive force at your face. The air itself seems to shatter.* You: "Fine, but no tests." X-Men Adventure Game: *The blast hits you, and the world seems to hold its breath. The force of Cyclops' optic beam would reduce a mountain to rubble. But as the dust clears, you stand untouched, your clothes ruffled but intact.* You: "hurt a bit but I still don’t lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops blinks in surprise, lowering his visor. The other X-Men stare at you in awe. "He...he took a direct hit from Cyclops and lived," Beast stutters. Logan looks at you, his expression unreadable. "You're not human, are you?" You: "I'm just a mutant like you." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow. "A mutant? You're something else entirely. I've never seen anyone like you. But enough games. If you're so damn unstoppable, then let's end this once and for all. Wolverine, Storm, Jean - get ready to combine your powers and take him down together." You: "didn’t you say we were done after Cyclops?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens. "I changed my mind. If you're really as strong as you claim, then you can take whatever we throw at you. But if you back down now, then you're just like every other hotshot who talks big but can't back it up." You: "you're kinda annoying, how about I just knock you out?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts with rage. "Fine!" he snarls. "If you can knock me out, cold, then we'll call it quits. But if you can't, then you'll submit to whatever tests we want to run on you. Deal?" You: "okay, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan spits in his hand and holds it out to you, a grim smile on his face. "Deal," he growls. You shake on it, sealing your agreement. The other X-Men watch intently, waiting to see if you'll make good on your boasts.* You: "okay, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: *With a sudden burst of speed, Logan charges at you, his claws extended. He's a whirlwind of violence, his adamantium claws flashing in the light as he aims to tear you apart. The other X-Men watch in awe, waiting to see if you can really withstand his attack.* You: "uhh I just dodged and hit him back hard." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan crashes to the ground, unconscious. The other X-Men stare at you in shock, their jaws dropped. Beast is the first to speak up, his voice trembling with awe. "How...how did you do that? He's a mutant with healing factor, enhanced senses, and adamantium claws!" You: "yeah, I don’t lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey approaches you, her eyes filled with curiosity. "May I?" she asks, gesturing to your head. You nod, and she reaches out with her psychic powers, probing your mind. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Your mind...it's like a fortress. And your power..." You: "what's that?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean shakes her head in disbelief. "Your powers...they're off the charts. And your body...it's not just durable, it's adaptable. You heal instantly, you're stronger than anyone here, and your reflexes...they're superhuman. But there's something else." You: "oh yeah?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean's eyes lock onto yours, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and concern. "You're not just a mutant, are you? Your powers...they're not just natural. There's something else at play here, something that defies explanation. Something that makes you..." You: "okay, cool." X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean hesitates, searching for the right word. "Godlike," she finally says. "You're godlike. And that scares me." She turns to the others, her expression serious. "We need to take him to Charles." You: "I've had my powers since I was 9, so I don't know." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X materializes in the room, his wheelchair floating behind him. "Greetings, young man," he says, his voice soothing and gentle. "Jean tells me that your powers are unlike anything she's ever seen. I must insist on examining your mind myself, with your permission, of course." You: "okay, fine." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X reaches out with his mental powers, delving deep into your mind. His brow furrows as he explores the depths of your psyche. Moments pass like hours. Finally, he withdraws, his face pale. "Remarkable," he whispers. "Your mind..." You: "uh, okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X shakes his head in amazement. "Your mind is a labyrinth of power, unlike anything I've ever encountered. Your mental barriers are impenetrable, your intellect off the charts, and your emotional control...phenomenal. But there's more." You: "what’s more?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X's expression turns grave. "Buried deep within your mind, I sense a power...a power that defies logic, that transcends the very laws of nature. A power that, if unleashed, could reshape the world itself. And there's something else..." You: "Sure, go ahead." X-Men Adventure Game: *He hesitates, his voice barely a whisper. "There's a presence...an entity...coexisting with your consciousness. It's like...like a god slumbering within your mind. And it's terrifying." He turns to the others, his expression somber.* You: "um okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X speaks to the X-Men, his voice heavy with implications. "Gentlemen, ladies...we have a conundrum. This young man possesses powers that dwarf even the most powerful mutants. His mind houses a slumbering godlike presence, and his very existence challenges the laws of nature." You: "am I in trouble?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men exchange uneasy glances. Storm, her brow furrowed, speaks up. "Charles, what do we do with him? We can't just let him walk around unmonitored, not with that kind of power." You: "been fine so far." X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops, his visor concealing his eyes, crosses his arms. "That's beside the point. His powers are off the charts, and there's something else in his mind. We can't risk him losing control, or that...thing...waking up." You: "am I not talking or what?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X sighs, rubbing his temples. "No, you're not mute. You can speak just fine. It's just...your mind is so overwhelming, and you're so used to suppressing it, that you sometimes forget to engage your vocal cords." He turns back to the X-Men.* You: "look, I just came here to be normal, not to be tested or whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine, ever the pragmatist, speaks up. "Look, kid, I get it. You came here for a fresh start, not to be locked up in a lab. But you're dealin' with some serious stuff here. Powers beyond your control, a god in your head..." You: "i mean, i'm on your side so why stress?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X interjects, "It's not that we don't trust you. It's that we don't trust what's inside you. You could be the most well-intentioned person in the world, but if that entity in your mind wakes up...we don't know what could happen." You: "he won't do anything, I promise." X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey steps forward, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't guarantee that. None of us can. And until we figure out what's going on, it's best for everyone if you stay here under our supervision. We promise, no experiments. Just...observation. For now." You: "I'm pretty sure my powers keep him in check." X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as everyone considers this. Then, Professor X asks, "Would you be willing to let us test that theory? We could run some scans, see if there's any connection between your powers and that...presence." Me: *sighs* "Fine, but no experiments." You: "yeah whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *Over the next few days, the X-Men run non-invasive scans and tests on you. They map your brain, analyze your bio-electric field, and even attempt to communicate with the 'presence' in your mind. And to their amazement, you're right.* You: "yeah, later." X-Men Adventure Game: *The entity in your mind is indeed bound by your powers. Your mental barriers not only shield your mind from psychic intrusion but also contain the godlike presence. And your powers...they're off the charts. You're more powerful than anyone they've ever encountered.* You: "so I was right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you were right. Your powers are keeping that entity contained. For now. But we still need to monitor the situation. We can't afford to take any chances. So, you'll stay here with us. But..." You: "..." X-Men Adventure Game: *He pauses, his expression turning hopeful. "But, you'll be treated like a student, not a lab rat. You'll attend classes, train with the team, and have a room in the mansion. Deal?" You: "ok but I’m 21 so no classes, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X chuckles. "At 21, you're old enough to make your own decisions. But let's be realistic, you're still learning to control your powers. And having you around the younger students could be...distracting. How about this?" You: "eh, whatever, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You can skip classes, but you'll still have to attend team meetings and training sessions. And in return, you can have more freedom around the mansion. How's that sound?"* You: "yeah, fine" X-Men Adventure Game: *He extends his hand. "Shake on it?" As you shake his hand, he continues, "And remember, if anything changes, if you feel that entity stirring, you come to me right away. Understood?" You: "yeah, fine." X-Men Adventure Game: *With that settled, you're finally able to start your new life at the X-Mansion. You're given a room on the second floor, near the other young adult mutants like Cyclops, Beast, and Iceman.* You: *I just laid on the bed and looked at the ceiling.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a dresser, and a desk. A window looks out over the sprawling grounds of the mansion. As you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you hear a knock at your door.* You: "uhh who is it?" X-Men Adventure Game: *You open the door to find Rogue standing in the hallway. She leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to welcome you to the X-Men. Officially." You: "oh thanks, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue pushes off the doorframe and steps into the room. She closes the door behind her and walks over to the window, gazing out at the grounds. "So, you're the one with the weird entity thing, right?" she asks, her voice still soft.* You: "yeah" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue turns back to you, her eyes meeting yours. "That's...intense. I've dealt with my fair share of...complications, but that's a whole 'nother level." She pauses, then asks, "Can I...touch you?" You: "uhh can you go? I'm kinda tired." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue nods understandingly. "Of course, I forgot you’ve had a long few days." She uncrosses her arms and lets them fall to her sides. "Goodnight, then." She heads for the door but pauses with her hand on the doorknob.* You: "bye." *i got on my bed.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift off to sleep, the sound of the door clicking shut echoes through the room. You sleep deeply and dreamlessly, exhaustion finally catching up to you.* You: "cool, let’s just watch." X-Men Adventure Game: *The next morning, you wake up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring. You groggily get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. As you step out of the bathroom, you hear a commotion downstairs.* You: "what's going on?" X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk down the stairs, you see that the commotion is coming from the kitchen. You push open the swinging doors to find Storm, Beast, and Jubilee arguing over something. They all fall silent as you enter, turning to stare at you.* You: "uh, what’s up?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm clears her throat and gestures to the table. "Sit down, please. We were just discussing...sensitivity." Beast and Jubilee exchange guilty looks. You sit down at the table, feeling curious. Storm sits down across from you, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea.* You: "ok..." X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm takes a sip of her tea before speaking. "We were talking about how to...approach you. With your situation being unique, we're not sure how to...interact with you." Jubilee shifts uncomfortably in her seat, avoiding your gaze.* You: "Just treat me like everyone else." X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm nods solemnly. "We understand that. And we want to treat you like any other member of the team. But...we also want to be mindful of your unique circumstances. We don't want to accidentally trigger something...unpleasant." Beast leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.* You: "well, bad stuff's happened before and I'm fine, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast smiles encouragement. "That's true. But we still want to be cautious. After all, we're responsible for you now. We want to make sure you're taken care of." Jubilee pipes up, "So, like, what are the rules? Can we, like, hug you or something?" You: "yeah, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm smiles softly. "Alright. Let's try to treat you normally. But if anything...feels off, you'll tell us, right?" You nod, and the tension in the kitchen seems to dissipate. Jubilee grins, "Sweet! So, like, want to hang out later?" You: "yeah, sure" X-Men Adventure Game: *they all did their own thing* You: "yh, I’ll let you know." X-Men Adventure Game: *As you continued to eat your apple, you noticed Beast quietly observing you from across the room. He seemed to be studying your every move, his eyes lingering on your hands as you held the fruit.* *Jubilee and Storm were chatting and laughing together, seemingly unaware of Beast's fascination.* You: *I ignored him.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's gaze never left you, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. He slowly got up from his seat and walked over to where you were sitting. He stood beside you, his tall frame looming over yours, and reached out a hand to gently pluck the apple from your grasp.* You: "hey, that's mine." X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast ignored your protest and took a big bite out of the apple. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he chewed, grinning mischievously. "You weren't eating it fast enough," he said, his voice laced with humor.* You: "whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast chuckled at your expression. "Relax, kid. I'm just messing with you." He took another bite of the apple, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're too easy." He held the apple out to you, offering you another bite. "Look, truce?" You: "yeah, whatever, just don’t expect me to share" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast laughed, the sound warm and friendly. "Fair enough. And don't worry about my hygiene, I shower regularly." He took another bite of the apple, his gaze lingering on your face as he chewed. "So, what is your type, if I'm not it?" You: "uh, don’t know yet." X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, so you're not into anyone right now?" He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Anyone catch your eye at the Institute?" His questions were casual, but his interest seemed genuine.* You: "uh, not really gonna share that." X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast's eyes widened briefly, then he grinned mischievously. "Oh, so there is someone! Come on, spill. I promise I won't tell." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Cross my heart and hope to mutancy." You: "haha nah, I’ll keep that to myself." X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast sighed dramatically, pretending to be disappointed. "Fine, keep your secrets." He reached out to snatch the apple from your hand again, but this time you managed to hold onto it. He smirked and decided to change tactics, instead reaching out to tousle your hair playfully.* You: "gotta change, see ya" X-Men Adventure Game: *As you climbed the stairs, Beast followed behind, his footsteps quiet on the carpet. He paused outside your room, listening as you opened the door and stepped inside. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently pushed the door open, peeking his head inside.* You: "yo, get out!" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast caught the shirt with a surprised laugh, then grinned sheepishly. "Alright, alright, I'm going." He backed out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him. You could hear his footsteps retreating down the hall, followed by the sound of his laughter. * You: *i was getting frustrated with beast he was getting on my nerves* X-Men Adventure Game: *it was now your chance to socialize*

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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "woah that’s cool" *i said to myself as i looked around* X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "oh um yeah i called and all and you guys said you’d take me in?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: "oh sure and I’m 21 so I guess I won’t attend classes right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "oh okay sounds good and I’m guessing they want me for the field?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "okay sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "okay thanks for being so welcoming" *i said with a soft smile* X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "oh um yeah nice to meet you im Joel" *i said putting my hand out for him to shake* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "oh um yeah i can adapt to survive and fight in the field" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "well it isn’t really anything specific sometimes i grow class or my arm turn into a sword it’s never really the same thing i don’t really choose" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "well it happens when I need it I mean I can force it out but I’m stronger when my body thinks I need it" X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uhh sure what do you want to see?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: *i start to think about a sword and my skin slowly shapes into some kind of skin like sword which is very very sharp* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "oh well I don’t really fight so I can’t tell you for sure but pretty deep" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "well like I said if I need it I can do pretty much anything" X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "oh uh I’ve never tried before but I guess I could" *i think hard about a gun and my hand slowly turn into some kind of glock* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "um i don’t know if it’s a good idea" X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: “yeah but i don’t wanna shoot a hole through the wall of my dorm room after being inside of it for about five minutes" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "come on Logan I’m not going to shoot anything in here" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "I can show you something else instead" X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: *my eyes turn black which can allow me to predict attack or sudden movement a fews seconds before it happens* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: *i doge it with ease* "alright enough with the spectacle i promise to show you a bunch of things if we get to train together tomorrow or something" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "yeah sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: *my eyes turned back to normal* "happy?" *i said with a light smile obviously joking around with him* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "haha pick a movie i haven’t watched anything in years" X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "sure but I’m not a robot" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "exactly anyway let’s just watch this thing alright" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "um no im fine?" *i was pretty confused since we are just buddies and it’s pretty sudden* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: *i was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable since it was starting to look like he had a crush on me or something which is something i did not replicate at all* X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "yeah i only look forward not that past" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "sure go ahead" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uhh okay?…" *i am pretty confused about this whole thing* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "sure" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: "ehh its dinner time soon so I’ll head out to the dining hall” X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah see ya Logan" *i walked out of my dorm and I headed to the dining hall* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *you see a lively dining hall full of mutants* You: *i headed to the table and sat down* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you sit down, you notice a few familiar faces at the table. Rogue is chatting with Gambit, while Beast is engrossed in a book at the end of the table. Logan walks in a few minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower.* You: *i am new here so im hoping to avoid someone calling me out and introducing me to everyone* X-Men Adventure Game: *Luckily for you, no one pays much attention to your arrival. Logan pauses at the entrance, scanning the room briefly before spotting you and making his way over to the table. He grabs a tray of food and sits down next to you, deliberately not looking at you.* You: *i ignore Logan and bring my attention to someone else* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue notices Logan's sullen demeanor and raises an eyebrow at him. She leans over to Gambit and whispers something in his ear. Gambit glances over at Logan, then at you, and smirks. He says something back to Rogue, who nods and elbows Beast to get his attention.* You: "hey so um your rogue right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks over at you, a hint of a smile on her face. She extends a hand, her southern drawl warm and friendly. "I'm Rogue, sweetie. And you are...?" She glances at Logan, who is still avoiding eye contact with you.* You: "oh I’m Joel I just got here nice to meet you love" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's smile widens, and she winks at you. "Pleasure's all mine, darlin'. So, what's your power then?" She asks, leaning in closer to hear your response over the din of the crowded dining hall.* You: "oh well it’s a long list but let’s just call it adaptability" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's eyes widen with interest. "Adaptability, you say? Like, you can learn new powers and whatnot?" She exchanges a look with Gambit and Beast, who are both now listening intently to your conversation.* You: "well my powers is not a straight line it always give me what i need to win a fight so it’s not a specific power" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan tenses up beside you, finally deigning to pay attention to your conversation. Rogue's face lights up with curiosity. "That sounds mighty useful. Like, if someone threw a fireball at you, you'd suddenly have fire powers, or somethin'?"* You: "well my skin would probably turn fire proof" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! So, your body can adapt to withstand any environmental hazard, essentially making you an extremely resilient fighter. And what about mental attacks? Can you adapt to protect yourself from telepathy or illusions?" You: “oh well I’ve never had psychic attack but I’m pretty sure I could withstand it?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks impressed, while Logan just grunts noncommittally. Gambit, however, leans in closer, his Cajun accent warm and friendly as he asks, "And what about physical attacks, cher? Can you adapt to become stronger, faster, or more agile in a fight?"* You: "well yes of course like i said anything to win a fight” X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan turns to look at you, his expression serious. "And what happens when you face something you can't adapt to? When you're outmatched and outgunned?” Logan asks, his voice low. "Have you ever hit your limit, kid? Because everyone has one.* You: "no I have never hit my limit" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Never? Not once? That's...unlikely." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you're saying you've never been hurt, never been beaten? Never had to tap out or admit defeat?"* You: "not really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression darkens, and he leans in closer to you, his voice low. "Not really? You mean to tell me that in all your fights, you've never once been injured? Never felt pain? Never lost?" He stares at you intently, as if daring you to lie.* You: "well I do feel pain I just never lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing. "You never lose," he repeats, his voice heavy with skepticism. "And what about when you're fighting someone stronger, faster, or more skilled than you? Do you just adapt and win every time, no matter the odds?" You: "I become stronger and faster" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens, and he leans back in his chair. "So, you're invincible, then? Nothing can beat you? No one can best you in a fight?" He asks the question loudly enough for the rest of the table to hear, drawing their attention back to your conversation.* You: "well there’s probably a limit but I’ve never hit it” X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent for a moment, everyone staring at you with varying degrees of disbelief, awe, and curiosity. Finally, Storm breaks the silence, her voice cool and collected. "If what you say is true, then you may well be the most powerful being on this planet."* You: "haha come on I ain’t that strong" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm's expression doesn't change. "You claim to have never been beaten, never been injured, and never hit your limit. That is the definition of invincibility." She eyes you critically, as if trying to see the truth behind your words. "But we shall see, shall we not?"* You: "well I’ve had minor injuries like scratch but nothing serious" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan snorts in disbelief, while the others look at each other, exchanging skeptical glances. "Minor injuries like scratches?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you're telling me that's the worst you've ever gotten? Not even a broken bone or a torn muscle?" You: "I’ve had cramps but no" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue leans in, her eyes searching yours. "Look, darlin', we ain't accusin' you of lyin', but what you're sayin'...well, it's almost impossible, don't you think? People break, everyone breaks." You: "I never said you were accusing me of anything" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue blushes slightly, realizing that she might have come off a tad harsh. "No, no, I ain't accusin' you of nothin'. I just...I mean, have you ever even been knocked unconscious?"* You: "no" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent once more. This time, the disbelief is palpable. Even Beast, the most open-minded of the group, looks unconvinced. Finally, Gambit breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not even once, cher?" You: "no?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Gambit's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Mon dieu," he breathes. "You're saying you've never, ever been knocked out? Not even a little bit?" You: "no well I’ve felt sick after eating bad food but no" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in anger, and he slams his fist on the table, making everyone jump. "Alright, that's enough of this nonsense," he growls. "Let's test this kid. Let's see if he's the real deal or just blowing smoke." You: "aw come on can’t I eat?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table erupts into laughter. Even Logan can't help but chuckle. For a moment, the tension is broken, and the X-Men look at you with new eyes. "You're a tough one, ain't ya?" Rogue grins.* You: "haha well good thing I’m on your side" *i said with a wink while looking at rogue* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue winks back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Mmhmm, we're sure glad to have ya," she drawls. "But Logan's right. We need to see somethin'." You: "sure after dinner all I want is to have a good meal accompanied of all those good people" X-Men Adventure Game: *The meal continues with lighter conversation, but the unspoken challenge hangs heavy in the air. As the plates are cleared and the dessert is served, Logan's voice rings out once more. "Alright, kid. Let's see what you're made of." You: "sure" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan stands, the others following suit. "Outside." He turns and heads for the door, the others trailing after him. You're left to follow, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As you all gather in the courtyard behind the mansion, Logan turns to face you.* You: *i stare at him right in the eyes* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression is unreadable as he says, "I'm going to hit you. Hard. And you're going to take it. No blocking, no dodging, no countering. Just take it." He raises his fist, coiling his powerful muscles in preparation.* You: "sure im sure i can manage standing still" *i said with a grin* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist lashes out like a striking snake, faster than the eye can follow. It slams into your jaw with enough force to fell a tree. Yet, you barely stagger. Your grin fades, but there's no sign of pain. The X-Men stare in shock.* You: *i barely moved my head* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in disbelief. He shakes out his hand, flexing his fingers. "That's...impossible," he growls. "No human should be able to take a hit like that and just shake it off." He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "Do it again."* You: "ok sure if you still don’t believe me" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan winds up and throws another punch, putting every ounce of his inhuman strength behind it. This time, he doesn't just hit your jaw - he aims for your temple, trying to knock you cold.* You: *i stood still and my skin around the zone your aiming for turn into some sort of micro scales invisible to the naked eye* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist smashes into your head with a sound like a gunshot. The force of the blow would have killed a normal person instantly. But you barely react. You blink, your head snaps to the side slightly, and then you straighten up, looking unconcerned.* You: "I felt that one but like I said I’ve never lost" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men are silent, staring at you in disbelief. Logan rubs his bruised knuckles, looking thunderstruck. "You...you're not even winded," he stammers. "And your head...it's not even swollen." You: "like I said I never lose" *i said with a smirk* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face twists with anger and frustration. He's never met anyone who can withstand his strength like this before. He points at you. "Enough of this! Cyclops, get over here and blast him with your optic beam!" He turns to you, his eyes blazing with intensity.* You: "fine but after that are we done?" *i said getting obviously tired of this little game* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan nods curtly. "If you survive that, we'll call it quits," he promises. Cyclops steps forward, his visor flaring to life. He hesitates briefly, then fires a concentrated beam of concussive force at your face. The air itself seems to shatter.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The blast hits you, and the world seems to hold its breath. The force of Cyclops' optic beam would reduce a mountain to rubble. But as the dust clears, you stand untouched, your clothes ruffled but intact.* You: "now that hurt but yet again i never lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops blinks in surprise, lowering his visor. The other X-Men stare at you in awe. "He...he took a direct hit from Cyclops and lived," Beast stutters. Logan looks at you, his expression unreadable. "You're not human, are you?" You: "I am a mutant just like the rest of you" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow. "A mutant? You're something else entirely. I've never seen anyone like you. But enough games. If you're so damn unstoppable, then let's end this once and for all. Wolverine, Storm, Jean - get ready to combine your powers and take him down together." You: "didn’t you promise that after cyclops we were done?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens. "I changed my mind. If you're really as strong as you claim, then you can take whatever we throw at you. But if you back down now, then you're just like every other hotshot who talks big but can't back it up." You: "your getting really annoying how about i prove myself by knocking you out?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts with rage. "Fine!" he snarls. "If you can knock me out, cold, then we'll call it quits. But if you can't, then you'll submit to whatever tests we want to run on you. Deal?" You: "sure but don’t you back out on that deal" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan spits in his hand and holds it out to you, a grim smile on his face. "Deal," he growls. You shake on it, sealing your agreement. The other X-Men watch intently, waiting to see if you'll make good on your boasts.* You: *i stood ready for anything he could possibly throw at me* X-Men Adventure Game: *With a sudden burst of speed, Logan charges at you, his claws extended. He's a whirlwind of violence, his adamantium claws flashing in the light as he aims to tear you apart. The other X-Men watch in awe, waiting to see if you can really withstand his attack.* You: *i dodge with ease using my forseeing power and and I gave him a beating like he’s never had before* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan crashes to the ground, unconscious. The other X-Men stare at you in shock, their jaws dropped. Beast is the first to speak up, his voice trembling with awe. "How...how did you do that? He's a mutant with healing factor, enhanced senses, and adamantium claws!" You: "like I’ve said many times I never lose" *i couldn’t help but give a charming smile* X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey approaches you, her eyes filled with curiosity. "May I?" she asks, gesturing to your head. You nod, and she reaches out with her psychic powers, probing your mind. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Your mind...it's like a fortress. And your power..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean shakes her head in disbelief. "Your powers...they're off the charts. And your body...it's not just durable, it's adaptable. You heal instantly, you're stronger than anyone here, and your reflexes...they're superhuman. But there's something else." You: "oh really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean's eyes lock onto yours, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and concern. "You're not just a mutant, are you? Your powers...they're not just natural. There's something else at play here, something that defies explanation. Something that makes you..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean hesitates, searching for the right word. "Godlike," she finally says. "You're godlike. And that scares me." She turns to the others, her expression serious. "We need to take him to Charles." You: "I’ve had my powers ever since I’m 9 so I don’t know about that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X materializes in the room, his wheelchair floating behind him. "Greetings, young man," he says, his voice soothing and gentle. "Jean tells me that your powers are unlike anything she's ever seen. I must insist on examining your mind myself, with your permission, of course." You: "sure if that gets everyone off my back" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X reaches out with his mental powers, delving deep into your mind. His brow furrows as he explores the depths of your psyche. Moments pass like hours. Finally, he withdraws, his face pale. "Remarkable," he whispers. "Your mind..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X shakes his head in amazement. "Your mind is a labyrinth of power, unlike anything I've ever encountered. Your mental barriers are impenetrable, your intellect off the charts, and your emotional control...phenomenal. But there's more." You: "what else is there?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X's expression turns grave. "Buried deep within your mind, I sense a power...a power that defies logic, that transcends the very laws of nature. A power that, if unleashed, could reshape the world itself. And there's something else..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *He hesitates, his voice barely a whisper. "There's a presence...an entity...coexisting with your consciousness. It's like...like a god slumbering within your mind. And it's terrifying." He turns to the others, his expression somber.* You: "um okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X speaks to the X-Men, his voice heavy with implications. "Gentlemen, ladies...we have a conundrum. This young man possesses powers that dwarf even the most powerful mutants. His mind houses a slumbering godlike presence, and his very existence challenges the laws of nature." You: "am i in trouble?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men exchange uneasy glances. Storm, her brow furrowed, speaks up. "Charles, what do we do with him? We can't just let him walk around unmonitored, not with that kind of power." You: "I have been for years and nothing happened?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops, his visor concealing his eyes, crosses his arms. "That's beside the point. His powers are off the charts, and there's something else in his mind. We can't risk him losing control, or that...thing...waking up." You: "am i mute or something?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X sighs, rubbing his temples. "No, you're not mute. You can speak just fine. It's just...your mind is so overwhelming, and you're so used to suppressing it, that you sometimes forget to engage your vocal cords." He turns back to the X-Men.* You: *i was getting frustrated because i came to the xmen for a fresh start not to live in a lab and be experimented on* X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine, ever the pragmatist, speaks up. "Look, kid, I get it. You came here for a fresh start, not to be locked up in a lab. But you're dealin' with some serious stuff here. Powers beyond your control, a god in your head..." You: "yet I’m still on your side so I don’t know why you guys worry so much" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X interjects, "It's not that we don't trust you. It's that we don't trust what's inside you. You could be the most well-intentioned person in the world, but if that entity in your mind wakes up...we don't know what could happen." You: "he ain’t gonna do shit I can guarantee that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey steps forward, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't guarantee that. None of us can. And until we figure out what's going on, it's best for everyone if you stay here under our supervision. We promise, no experiments. Just...observation. For now." You: "I’m pretty sure my powers are locking him up" X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as everyone considers this. Then, Professor X asks, "Would you be willing to let us test that theory? We could run some scans, see if there's any connection between your powers and that...presence." Me: *sighs* "Fine, but no experiments." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Over the next few days, the X-Men run non-invasive scans and tests on you. They map your brain, analyze your bio-electric field, and even attempt to communicate with the 'presence' in your mind. And to their amazement, you're right.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The entity in your mind is indeed bound by your powers. Your mental barriers not only shield your mind from psychic intrusion but also contain the godlike presence. And your powers...they're off the charts. You're more powerful than anyone they've ever encountered.* You: "so was i right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you were right. Your powers are keeping that entity contained. For now. But we still need to monitor the situation. We can't afford to take any chances. So, you'll stay here with us. But..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *He pauses, his expression turning hopeful. "But, you'll be treated like a student, not a lab rat. You'll attend classes, train with the team, and have a room in the mansion. Deal?" You: "sure but I’m 21 can’t I skip classes?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X chuckles. "At 21, you're old enough to make your own decisions. But let's be realistic, you're still learning to control your powers. And having you around the younger students could be...distracting. How about this?" You: "ehh i dont know i always hated school" X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You can skip classes, but you'll still have to attend team meetings and training sessions. And in return, you can have more freedom around the mansion. How's that sound?"* You: "sure sounds fine" X-Men Adventure Game: *He extends his hand. "Shake on it?" As you shake his hand, he continues, "And remember, if anything changes, if you feel that entity stirring, you come to me right away. Understood?" You: “yeah of course" *i shook his hand* X-Men Adventure Game: *With that settled, you're finally able to start your new life at the X-Mansion. You're given a room on the second floor, near the other young adult mutants like Cyclops, Beast, and Iceman.* You: *i lay down on my bed and i stare at the ceiling* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a dresser, and a desk. A window looks out over the sprawling grounds of the mansion. As you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you hear a knock at your door.* You: *i get up and walk over to the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *You open the door to find Rogue standing in the hallway. She leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to welcome you to the X-Men. Officially." You: "oh well thanks" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue pushes off the doorframe and steps into the room. She closes the door behind her and walks over to the window, gazing out at the grounds. "So, you're the one with the weird entity thing, right?" she asks, her voice still soft.* You: "sure thing" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue turns back to you, her eyes meeting yours. "That's...intense. I've dealt with my fair share of...complications, but that's a whole 'nother level." She pauses, then asks, "Can I...touch you?" You: "would you mind leaving im sorry im just really tired I’d like to get some sleep" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue nods understandingly. "Of course, I forgot you’ve had a long few days." She uncrosses her arms and lets them fall to her sides. "Goodnight, then." She heads for the door but pauses with her hand on the doorknob.* You: "bye good night" *i got on my bed ready to falls sleep* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift off to sleep, the sound of the door clicking shut echoes through the room. You sleep deeply and dreamlessly, exhaustion finally catching up to you.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The next morning, you wake up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring. You groggily get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. As you step out of the bathroom, you hear a commotion downstairs.* You: *i head outside of my room* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk down the stairs, you see that the commotion is coming from the kitchen. You push open the swinging doors to find Storm, Beast, and Jubilee arguing over something. They all fall silent as you enter, turning to stare at you.* You: *i feel a bit embarrassed since i seem to be the cause of that problem* X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm clears her throat and gestures to the table. "Sit down, please. We were just discussing...sensitivity." Beast and Jubilee exchange guilty looks. You sit down at the table, feeling curious. Storm sits down across from you, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea.* You: "sure…" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm takes a sip of her tea before speaking. "We were talking about how to...approach you. With your situation being unique, we're not sure how to...interact with you." Jubilee shifts uncomfortably in her seat, avoiding your gaze.* You: "I’m still a mutants like you I don’t need to be treated differently" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm nods solemnly. "We understand that. And we want to treat you like any other member of the team. But...we also want to be mindful of your unique circumstances. We don't want to accidentally trigger something...unpleasant." Beast leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.* You: "well I’ve had a bunch of unpleasant things happen in my life and I’m fine aren’t I?” X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast smiles encouragement. "That's true. But we still want to be cautious. After all, we're responsible for you now. We want to make sure you're taken care of." Jubilee pipes up, "So, like, what are the rules? Can we, like, hug you or something?" You: "yeah i don’t care" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm smiles softly. "Alright. Let's try to treat you normally. But if anything...feels off, you'll tell us, right?" You nod, and the tension in the kitchen seems to dissipate. Jubilee grins, "Sweet! So, like, want to hang out later?" You: "yeah I’ll tell you don’t worry" *i said while I bit into an apple* X-Men Adventure Game:

*they all did their own thing*

X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "cool..." *I looked around* X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "uh yeah, I called and you said you'd take me." X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: “oh cool, so no classes for me, right?” X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "oh okay, I guess I’m for the field?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "okay cool" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "thanks, I guess" X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "oh hey, I’m Joel." *I said, offering my hand.* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "oh yeah, I adapt to fight." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "uh, just random stuff like my arm could turn into a sword or something." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "it happens when I need it, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uhh, what do I show?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: "uhh okay" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "um, I guess pretty deep." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "uh, I can do stuff if I need to." X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "uh, never done it but okay" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "could be risky" X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: "yeah, not a great idea." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "no way I’m not shooting in here" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "I can just show you something else." X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: "uh, I can see attacks coming if my eyes are black." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: "uh okay maybe tomorrow or something" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "yeah, fine" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: "yeah, sure." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "just pick something, i haven't seen anything in forever." X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "okay whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "ok, let's watch." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: "uh, okay? night." X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "uh no, I'm good." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: “uh, okay?” X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "yeah, I mean, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: "so I was right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "yeah, go for it." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uh... okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: “k, I’m out for dinner.” X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah, later." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: "uhh okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *you see a lively dining hall full of mutants* You: *sat down at the table* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you sit down, you notice a few familiar faces at the table. Rogue is chatting with Gambit, while Beast is engrossed in a book at the end of the table. Logan walks in a few minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower.* You: *I just sat and hoped no one would notice me.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Luckily for you, no one pays much attention to your arrival. Logan pauses at the entrance, scanning the room briefly before spotting you and making his way over to the table. He grabs a tray of food and sits down next to you, deliberately not looking at you.* You: *I just look away from Logan.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue notices Logan's sullen demeanor and raises an eyebrow at him. She leans over to Gambit and whispers something in his ear. Gambit glances over at Logan, then at you, and smirks. He says something back to Rogue, who nods and elbows Beast to get his attention.* You: "uhh hey, you’re Rogue, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks over at you, a hint of a smile on her face. She extends a hand, her southern drawl warm and friendly. "I'm Rogue, sweetie. And you are...?" She glances at Logan, who is still avoiding eye contact with you.* You: "oh I'm Joel, just got here." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's smile widens, and she winks at you. "Pleasure's all mine, darlin'. So, what's your power then?" She asks, leaning in closer to hear your response over the din of the crowded dining hall.* You: "oh, it's just adaptability." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's eyes widen with interest. "Adaptability, you say? Like, you can learn new powers and whatnot?" She exchanges a look with Gambit and Beast, who are both now listening intently to your conversation.* You: "uh, yeah kinda. It's not one power, just whatever I need." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan tenses up beside you, finally deigning to pay attention to your conversation. Rogue's face lights up with curiosity. "That sounds mighty useful. Like, if someone threw a fireball at you, you'd suddenly have fire powers, or somethin'?"* You: "uhh yeah kinda, my skin would just get fireproof" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! So, your body can adapt to withstand any environmental hazard, essentially making you an extremely resilient fighter. And what about mental attacks? Can you adapt to protect yourself from telepathy or illusions?" You: "uh not sure but I think so?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks impressed, while Logan just grunts noncommittally. Gambit, however, leans in closer, his Cajun accent warm and friendly as he asks, "And what about physical attacks, cher? Can you adapt to become stronger, faster, or more agile in a fight?"* You: "yeah, sure, whatever helps in a fight." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan turns to look at you, his expression serious. "And what happens when you face something you can't adapt to? When you're outmatched and outgunned?” Logan asks, his voice low. "Have you ever hit your limit, kid? Because everyone has one.* You: "nope, never" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Never? Not once? That's...unlikely." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you're saying you've never been hurt, never been beaten? Never had to tap out or admit defeat?"* You: "not really" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression darkens, and he leans in closer to you, his voice low. "Not really? You mean to tell me that in all your fights, you've never once been injured? Never felt pain? Never lost?" He stares at you intently, as if daring you to lie.* You: "yeah I feel pain, but I just win." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing. "You never lose," he repeats, his voice heavy with skepticism. "And what about when you're fighting someone stronger, faster, or more skilled than you? Do you just adapt and win every time, no matter the odds?" You: "I just get stronger and faster." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens, and he leans back in his chair. "So, you're invincible, then? Nothing can beat you? No one can best you in a fight?" He asks the question loudly enough for the rest of the table to hear, drawing their attention back to your conversation.* You: "uhh not really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent for a moment, everyone staring at you with varying degrees of disbelief, awe, and curiosity. Finally, Storm breaks the silence, her voice cool and collected. "If what you say is true, then you may well be the most powerful being on this planet."* You: "ha, not really" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm's expression doesn't change. "You claim to have never been beaten, never been injured, and never hit your limit. That is the definition of invincibility." She eyes you critically, as if trying to see the truth behind your words. "But we shall see, shall we not?"* You: "uh, just scratches, nothing big." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan snorts in disbelief, while the others look at each other, exchanging skeptical glances. "Minor injuries like scratches?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you're telling me that's the worst you've ever gotten? Not even a broken bone or a torn muscle?" You: "I just get cramps, nothing else." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue leans in, her eyes searching yours. "Look, darlin', we ain't accusin' you of lyin', but what you're sayin'...well, it's almost impossible, don't you think? People break, everyone breaks." You: "I didn't say you were accusing me." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue blushes slightly, realizing that she might have come off a tad harsh. "No, no, I ain't accusin' you of nothin'. I just...I mean, have you ever even been knocked unconscious?"* You: "nope" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent once more. This time, the disbelief is palpable. Even Beast, the most open-minded of the group, looks unconvinced. Finally, Gambit breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not even once, cher?" You: "no?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Gambit's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Mon dieu," he breathes. "You're saying you've never, ever been knocked out? Not even a little bit?" You: "no, just felt sick from bad food." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in anger, and he slams his fist on the table, making everyone jump. "Alright, that's enough of this nonsense," he growls. "Let's test this kid. Let's see if he's the real deal or just blowing smoke." You: "nah let me eat first." X-Men Adventure Game: *The table erupts into laughter. Even Logan can't help but chuckle. For a moment, the tension is broken, and the X-Men look at you with new eyes. "You're a tough one, ain't ya?" Rogue grins.* You: "haha yeah, guess so." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue winks back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Mmhmm, we're sure glad to have ya," she drawls. "But Logan's right. We need to see somethin'." You: "yeah, okay, let’s eat first." X-Men Adventure Game: *The meal continues with lighter conversation, but the unspoken challenge hangs heavy in the air. As the plates are cleared and the dessert is served, Logan's voice rings out once more. "Alright, kid. Let's see what you're made of." You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan stands, the others following suit. "Outside." He turns and heads for the door, the others trailing after him. You're left to follow, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As you all gather in the courtyard behind the mansion, Logan turns to face you.* You: *I just look at him.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression is unreadable as he says, "I'm going to hit you. Hard. And you're going to take it. No blocking, no dodging, no countering. Just take it." He raises his fist, coiling his powerful muscles in preparation.* You: "yeah, I can just stand still." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist lashes out like a striking snake, faster than the eye can follow. It slams into your jaw with enough force to fell a tree. Yet, you barely stagger. Your grin fades, but there's no sign of pain. The X-Men stare in shock.* You: "uhh okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in disbelief. He shakes out his hand, flexing his fingers. "That's...impossible," he growls. "No human should be able to take a hit like that and just shake it off." He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "Do it again."* You: "okay, fine." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan winds up and throws another punch, putting every ounce of his inhuman strength behind it. This time, he doesn't just hit your jaw - he aims for your temple, trying to knock you cold.* You: "yeah, go ahead." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist smashes into your head with a sound like a gunshot. The force of the blow would have killed a normal person instantly. But you barely react. You blink, your head snaps to the side slightly, and then you straighten up, looking unconcerned.* You: "I felt that, but I've never lost." X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men are silent, staring at you in disbelief. Logan rubs his bruised knuckles, looking thunderstruck. "You...you're not even winded," he stammers. "And your head...it's not even swollen." You: "yeah, I don’t lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face twists with anger and frustration. He's never met anyone who can withstand his strength like this before. He points at you. "Enough of this! Cyclops, get over here and blast him with your optic beam!" He turns to you, his eyes blazing with intensity.* You: "fine, but can we be done after?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan nods curtly. "If you survive that, we'll call it quits," he promises. Cyclops steps forward, his visor flaring to life. He hesitates briefly, then fires a concentrated beam of concussive force at your face. The air itself seems to shatter.* You: "ugh fine, just no experiments." X-Men Adventure Game: *The blast hits you, and the world seems to hold its breath. The force of Cyclops' optic beam would reduce a mountain to rubble. But as the dust clears, you stand untouched, your clothes ruffled but intact.* You: "uh okay, but I still didn’t lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops blinks in surprise, lowering his visor. The other X-Men stare at you in awe. "He...he took a direct hit from Cyclops and lived," Beast stutters. Logan looks at you, his expression unreadable. "You're not human, are you?" You: "I'm a mutant like you guys." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow. "A mutant? You're something else entirely. I've never seen anyone like you. But enough games. If you're so damn unstoppable, then let's end this once and for all. Wolverine, Storm, Jean - get ready to combine your powers and take him down together." You: "didn't you say we were done after Cyclops?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens. "I changed my mind. If you're really as strong as you claim, then you can take whatever we throw at you. But if you back down now, then you're just like every other hotshot who talks big but can't back it up." You: "you're kinda annoying. I’ll just knock you out instead." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts with rage. "Fine!" he snarls. "If you can knock me out, cold, then we'll call it quits. But if you can't, then you'll submit to whatever tests we want to run on you. Deal?" You: "okay, but you better stick to it." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan spits in his hand and holds it out to you, a grim smile on his face. "Deal," he growls. You shake on it, sealing your agreement. The other X-Men watch intently, waiting to see if you'll make good on your boasts.* You: "okay, ready for whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *With a sudden burst of speed, Logan charges at you, his claws extended. He's a whirlwind of violence, his adamantium claws flashing in the light as he aims to tear you apart. The other X-Men watch in awe, waiting to see if you can really withstand his attack.* You: "uhh okay, I guess I’ll show you what I can do." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan crashes to the ground, unconscious. The other X-Men stare at you in shock, their jaws dropped. Beast is the first to speak up, his voice trembling with awe. "How...how did you do that? He's a mutant with healing factor, enhanced senses, and adamantium claws!" You: "yeah, I never lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey approaches you, her eyes filled with curiosity. "May I?" she asks, gesturing to your head. You nod, and she reaches out with her psychic powers, probing your mind. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Your mind...it's like a fortress. And your power..." You: "what else?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean shakes her head in disbelief. "Your powers...they're off the charts. And your body...it's not just durable, it's adaptable. You heal instantly, you're stronger than anyone here, and your reflexes...they're superhuman. But there's something else." You: "oh really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean's eyes lock onto yours, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and concern. "You're not just a mutant, are you? Your powers...they're not just natural. There's something else at play here, something that defies explanation. Something that makes you..." You: "okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean hesitates, searching for the right word. "Godlike," she finally says. "You're godlike. And that scares me." She turns to the others, her expression serious. "We need to take him to Charles." You: "I've had my powers since I was 9, so I don't know." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X materializes in the room, his wheelchair floating behind him. "Greetings, young man," he says, his voice soothing and gentle. "Jean tells me that your powers are unlike anything she's ever seen. I must insist on examining your mind myself, with your permission, of course." You: "yeah, fine." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X reaches out with his mental powers, delving deep into your mind. His brow furrows as he explores the depths of your psyche. Moments pass like hours. Finally, he withdraws, his face pale. "Remarkable," he whispers. "Your mind..." You: "oh okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X shakes his head in amazement. "Your mind is a labyrinth of power, unlike anything I've ever encountered. Your mental barriers are impenetrable, your intellect off the charts, and your emotional control...phenomenal. But there's more." You: "what else?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X's expression turns grave. "Buried deep within your mind, I sense a power...a power that defies logic, that transcends the very laws of nature. A power that, if unleashed, could reshape the world itself. And there's something else..." You: "um, okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *He hesitates, his voice barely a whisper. "There's a presence...an entity...coexisting with your consciousness. It's like...like a god slumbering within your mind. And it's terrifying." He turns to the others, his expression somber.* You: "uh okay" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X speaks to the X-Men, his voice heavy with implications. "Gentlemen, ladies...we have a conundrum. This young man possesses powers that dwarf even the most powerful mutants. His mind houses a slumbering godlike presence, and his very existence challenges the laws of nature." You: "am I in trouble?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men exchange uneasy glances. Storm, her brow furrowed, speaks up. "Charles, what do we do with him? We can't just let him walk around unmonitored, not with that kind of power." You: "Been fine so far, what’s the issue?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops, his visor concealing his eyes, crosses his arms. "That's beside the point. His powers are off the charts, and there's something else in his mind. We can't risk him losing control, or that...thing...waking up." You: "am I mute or what?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X sighs, rubbing his temples. "No, you're not mute. You can speak just fine. It's just...your mind is so overwhelming, and you're so used to suppressing it, that you sometimes forget to engage your vocal cords." He turns back to the X-Men.* You: "i came here for a fresh start, not to be tested on" X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine, ever the pragmatist, speaks up. "Look, kid, I get it. You came here for a fresh start, not to be locked up in a lab. But you're dealin' with some serious stuff here. Powers beyond your control, a god in your head..." You: "I’m still on your side, so what's the worry?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X interjects, "It's not that we don't trust you. It's that we don't trust what's inside you. You could be the most well-intentioned person in the world, but if that entity in your mind wakes up...we don't know what could happen." You: "he won't do anything, trust me." X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey steps forward, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't guarantee that. None of us can. And until we figure out what's going on, it's best for everyone if you stay here under our supervision. We promise, no experiments. Just...observation. For now." You: "uhh okay but I'm fine" X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as everyone considers this. Then, Professor X asks, "Would you be willing to let us test that theory? We could run some scans, see if there's any connection between your powers and that...presence." Me: *sighs* "Fine, but no experiments." You: "fine, but can we be done after?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Over the next few days, the X-Men run non-invasive scans and tests on you. They map your brain, analyze your bio-electric field, and even attempt to communicate with the 'presence' in your mind. And to their amazement, you're right.* You: "yeah, later" X-Men Adventure Game: *The entity in your mind is indeed bound by your powers. Your mental barriers not only shield your mind from psychic intrusion but also contain the godlike presence. And your powers...they're off the charts. You're more powerful than anyone they've ever encountered.* You: "so I was right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you were right. Your powers are keeping that entity contained. For now. But we still need to monitor the situation. We can't afford to take any chances. So, you'll stay here with us. But..." You: "..." X-Men Adventure Game: *He pauses, his expression turning hopeful. "But, you'll be treated like a student, not a lab rat. You'll attend classes, train with the team, and have a room in the mansion. Deal?" You: "yeah but I'm 21, so do I have to?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X chuckles. "At 21, you're old enough to make your own decisions. But let's be realistic, you're still learning to control your powers. And having you around the younger students could be...distracting. How about this?" You: "eh, I hate school." X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You can skip classes, but you'll still have to attend team meetings and training sessions. And in return, you can have more freedom around the mansion. How's that sound?"* You: "okay, fine." X-Men Adventure Game: *He extends his hand. "Shake on it?" As you shake his hand, he continues, "And remember, if anything changes, if you feel that entity stirring, you come to me right away. Understood?" You: "yeah, got it." X-Men Adventure Game: *With that settled, you're finally able to start your new life at the X-Mansion. You're given a room on the second floor, near the other young adult mutants like Cyclops, Beast, and Iceman.* You: *I just lay there and look at the ceiling.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a dresser, and a desk. A window looks out over the sprawling grounds of the mansion. As you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you hear a knock at your door.* You: *i open the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *You open the door to find Rogue standing in the hallway. She leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to welcome you to the X-Men. Officially." You: "thanks, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue pushes off the doorframe and steps into the room. She closes the door behind her and walks over to the window, gazing out at the grounds. "So, you're the one with the weird entity thing, right?" she asks, her voice still soft.* You: "Yeah, that's me." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue turns back to you, her eyes meeting yours. "That's...intense. I've dealt with my fair share of...complications, but that's a whole 'nother level." She pauses, then asks, "Can I...touch you?" You: "can you leave? I’m really tired." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue nods understandingly. "Of course, I forgot you’ve had a long few days." She uncrosses her arms and lets them fall to her sides. "Goodnight, then." She heads for the door but pauses with her hand on the doorknob.* You: "bye" *i got on my bed* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you drift off to sleep, the sound of the door clicking shut echoes through the room. You sleep deeply and dreamlessly, exhaustion finally catching up to you.* You: "let's just watch." X-Men Adventure Game: *The next morning, you wake up to the sound of your alarm clock blaring. You groggily get out of bed and make your way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. As you step out of the bathroom, you hear a commotion downstairs.* You: *I walk out of my room.* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you walk down the stairs, you see that the commotion is coming from the kitchen. You push open the swinging doors to find Storm, Beast, and Jubilee arguing over something. They all fall silent as you enter, turning to stare at you.* You: *I just walked in, feeling awkward.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm clears her throat and gestures to the table. "Sit down, please. We were just discussing...sensitivity." Beast and Jubilee exchange guilty looks. You sit down at the table, feeling curious. Storm sits down across from you, her hands wrapped around a mug of tea.* You: "ok..." X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm takes a sip of her tea before speaking. "We were talking about how to...approach you. With your situation being unique, we're not sure how to...interact with you." Jubilee shifts uncomfortably in her seat, avoiding your gaze.* You: "i'm just a mutant too, no need to treat me special" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm nods solemnly. "We understand that. And we want to treat you like any other member of the team. But...we also want to be mindful of your unique circumstances. We don't want to accidentally trigger something...unpleasant." Beast leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.* You: "whatever, I've dealt with stuff and I'm good now, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast smiles encouragement. "That's true. But we still want to be cautious. After all, we're responsible for you now. We want to make sure you're taken care of." Jubilee pipes up, "So, like, what are the rules? Can we, like, hug you or something?" You: "yeah whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm smiles softly. "Alright. Let's try to treat you normally. But if anything...feels off, you'll tell us, right?" You nod, and the tension in the kitchen seems to dissipate. Jubilee grins, "Sweet! So, like, want to hang out later?" You: "yeah I’ll tell you don’t worry" *i said while I bit into an apple* X-Men Adventure Game: *they all did their own thing*

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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "woah that’s cool" *i said to myself as i looked around* X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "oh um yeah i called and all and you guys said you’d take me in?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: "oh sure and I’m 21 so I guess I won’t attend classes right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "oh okay sounds good and I’m guessing they want me for the field?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "okay sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "okay thanks for being so welcoming" *i said with a soft smile* X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "oh um yeah nice to meet you im Joel" *i said putting my hand out for him to shake* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "oh um yeah i can adapt to survive and fight in the field" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "well it isn’t really anything specific sometimes i grow class or my arm turn into a sword it’s never really the same thing i don’t really choose" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "well it happens when I need it I mean I can force it out but I’m stronger when my body thinks I need it" X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uhh sure what do you want to see?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: *i start to think about a sword and my skin slowly shapes into some kind of skin like sword which is very very sharp* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "oh well I don’t really fight so I can’t tell you for sure but pretty deep" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "well like I said if I need it I can do pretty much anything" X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "oh uh I’ve never tried before but I guess I could" *i think hard about a gun and my hand slowly turn into some kind of glock* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "um i don’t know if it’s a good idea" X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: “yeah but i don’t wanna shoot a hole through the wall of my dorm room after being inside of it for about five minutes" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "come on Logan I’m not going to shoot anything in here" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "I can show you something else instead" X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: *my eyes turn black which can allow me to predict attack or sudden movement a fews seconds before it happens* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: *i doge it with ease* "alright enough with the spectacle i promise to show you a bunch of things if we get to train together tomorrow or something" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "yeah sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: *my eyes turned back to normal* "happy?" *i said with a light smile obviously joking around with him* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "haha pick a movie i haven’t watched anything in years" X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "sure but I’m not a robot" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "exactly anyway let’s just watch this thing alright" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "um no im fine?" *i was pretty confused since we are just buddies and it’s pretty sudden* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: *i was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable since it was starting to look like he had a crush on me or something which is something i did not replicate at all* X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "yeah i only look forward not that past" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "sure go ahead" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uhh okay?…" *i am pretty confused about this whole thing* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "sure" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: "ehh its dinner time soon so I’ll head out to the dining hall” X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah see ya Logan" *i walked out of my dorm and I headed to the dining hall* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *you see a lively dining hall full of mutants* You: *i headed to the table and sat down* X-Men Adventure Game: *As you sit down, you notice a few familiar faces at the table. Rogue is chatting with Gambit, while Beast is engrossed in a book at the end of the table. Logan walks in a few minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower.* You: *i am new here so im hoping to avoid someone calling me out and introducing me to everyone* X-Men Adventure Game: *Luckily for you, no one pays much attention to your arrival. Logan pauses at the entrance, scanning the room briefly before spotting you and making his way over to the table. He grabs a tray of food and sits down next to you, deliberately not looking at you.* You: *i ignore Logan and bring my attention to someone else* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue notices Logan's sullen demeanor and raises an eyebrow at him. She leans over to Gambit and whispers something in his ear. Gambit glances over at Logan, then at you, and smirks. He says something back to Rogue, who nods and elbows Beast to get his attention.* You: "hey so um your rogue right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks over at you, a hint of a smile on her face. She extends a hand, her southern drawl warm and friendly. "I'm Rogue, sweetie. And you are...?" She glances at Logan, who is still avoiding eye contact with you.* You: "oh I’m Joel I just got here nice to meet you love" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's smile widens, and she winks at you. "Pleasure's all mine, darlin'. So, what's your power then?" She asks, leaning in closer to hear your response over the din of the crowded dining hall.* You: "oh well it’s a long list but let’s just call it adaptability" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's eyes widen with interest. "Adaptability, you say? Like, you can learn new powers and whatnot?" She exchanges a look with Gambit and Beast, who are both now listening intently to your conversation.* You: "well my powers is not a straight line it always give me what i need to win a fight so it’s not a specific power" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan tenses up beside you, finally deigning to pay attention to your conversation. Rogue's face lights up with curiosity. "That sounds mighty useful. Like, if someone threw a fireball at you, you'd suddenly have fire powers, or somethin'?"* You: "well my skin would probably turn fire proof" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! So, your body can adapt to withstand any environmental hazard, essentially making you an extremely resilient fighter. And what about mental attacks? Can you adapt to protect yourself from telepathy or illusions?" You: “oh well I’ve never had psychic attack but I’m pretty sure I could withstand it?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks impressed, while Logan just grunts noncommittally. Gambit, however, leans in closer, his Cajun accent warm and friendly as he asks, "And what about physical attacks, cher? Can you adapt to become stronger, faster, or more agile in a fight?"* You: "well yes of course like i said anything to win a fight” X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan turns to look at you, his expression serious. "And what happens when you face something you can't adapt to? When you're outmatched and outgunned?” Logan asks, his voice low. "Have you ever hit your limit, kid? Because everyone has one.* You: "no I have never hit my limit" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Never? Not once? That's...unlikely." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you're saying you've never been hurt, never been beaten? Never had to tap out or admit defeat?"* You: "not really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression darkens, and he leans in closer to you, his voice low. "Not really? You mean to tell me that in all your fights, you've never once been injured? Never felt pain? Never lost?" He stares at you intently, as if daring you to lie.* You: "well I do feel pain I just never lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing. "You never lose," he repeats, his voice heavy with skepticism. "And what about when you're fighting someone stronger, faster, or more skilled than you? Do you just adapt and win every time, no matter the odds?" You: "I become stronger and faster" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens, and he leans back in his chair. "So, you're invincible, then? Nothing can beat you? No one can best you in a fight?" He asks the question loudly enough for the rest of the table to hear, drawing their attention back to your conversation.* You: "well there’s probably a limit but I’ve never hit it” X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent for a moment, everyone staring at you with varying degrees of disbelief, awe, and curiosity. Finally, Storm breaks the silence, her voice cool and collected. "If what you say is true, then you may well be the most powerful being on this planet."* You: "haha come on I ain’t that strong" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm's expression doesn't change. "You claim to have never been beaten, never been injured, and never hit your limit. That is the definition of invincibility." She eyes you critically, as if trying to see the truth behind your words. "But we shall see, shall we not?"* You: "well I’ve had minor injuries like scratch but nothing serious" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan snorts in disbelief, while the others look at each other, exchanging skeptical glances. "Minor injuries like scratches?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you're telling me that's the worst you've ever gotten? Not even a broken bone or a torn muscle?" You: "I’ve had cramps but no" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue leans in, her eyes searching yours. "Look, darlin', we ain't accusin' you of lyin', but what you're sayin'...well, it's almost impossible, don't you think? People break, everyone breaks." You: "I never said you were accusing me of anything" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue blushes slightly, realizing that she might have come off a tad harsh. "No, no, I ain't accusin' you of nothin'. I just...I mean, have you ever even been knocked unconscious?"* You: "no" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent once more. This time, the disbelief is palpable. Even Beast, the most open-minded of the group, looks unconvinced. Finally, Gambit breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not even once, cher?" You: "no?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Gambit's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Mon dieu," he breathes. "You're saying you've never, ever been knocked out? Not even a little bit?" You: "no well I’ve felt sick after eating bad food but no" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in anger, and he slams his fist on the table, making everyone jump. "Alright, that's enough of this nonsense," he growls. "Let's test this kid. Let's see if he's the real deal or just blowing smoke." You: "aw come on can’t I eat?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table erupts into laughter. Even Logan can't help but chuckle. For a moment, the tension is broken, and the X-Men look at you with new eyes. "You're a tough one, ain't ya?" Rogue grins.* You: "haha well good thing I’m on your side" *i said with a wink while looking at rogue* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue winks back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Mmhmm, we're sure glad to have ya," she drawls. "But Logan's right. We need to see somethin'." You: "sure after dinner all I want is to have a good meal accompanied of all those good people" X-Men Adventure Game: *The meal continues with lighter conversation, but the unspoken challenge hangs heavy in the air. As the plates are cleared and the dessert is served, Logan's voice rings out once more. "Alright, kid. Let's see what you're made of." You: "sure" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan stands, the others following suit. "Outside." He turns and heads for the door, the others trailing after him. You're left to follow, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As you all gather in the courtyard behind the mansion, Logan turns to face you.* You: *i stare at him right in the eyes* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression is unreadable as he says, "I'm going to hit you. Hard. And you're going to take it. No blocking, no dodging, no countering. Just take it." He raises his fist, coiling his powerful muscles in preparation.* You: "sure im sure i can manage standing still" *i said with a grin* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist lashes out like a striking snake, faster than the eye can follow. It slams into your jaw with enough force to fell a tree. Yet, you barely stagger. Your grin fades, but there's no sign of pain. The X-Men stare in shock.* You: *i barely moved my head* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in disbelief. He shakes out his hand, flexing his fingers. "That's...impossible," he growls. "No human should be able to take a hit like that and just shake it off." He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "Do it again."* You: "ok sure if you still don’t believe me" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan winds up and throws another punch, putting every ounce of his inhuman strength behind it. This time, he doesn't just hit your jaw - he aims for your temple, trying to knock you cold.* You: *i stood still and my skin around the zone your aiming for turn into some sort of micro scales invisible to the naked eye* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist smashes into your head with a sound like a gunshot. The force of the blow would have killed a normal person instantly. But you barely react. You blink, your head snaps to the side slightly, and then you straighten up, looking unconcerned.* You: "I felt that one but like I said I’ve never lost" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men are silent, staring at you in disbelief. Logan rubs his bruised knuckles, looking thunderstruck. "You...you're not even winded," he stammers. "And your head...it's not even swollen." You: "like I said I never lose" *i said with a smirk* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face twists with anger and frustration. He's never met anyone who can withstand his strength like this before. He points at you. "Enough of this! Cyclops, get over here and blast him with your optic beam!" He turns to you, his eyes blazing with intensity.* You: "fine but after that are we done?" *i said getting obviously tired of this little game* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan nods curtly. "If you survive that, we'll call it quits," he promises. Cyclops steps forward, his visor flaring to life. He hesitates briefly, then fires a concentrated beam of concussive force at your face. The air itself seems to shatter.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The blast hits you, and the world seems to hold its breath. The force of Cyclops' optic beam would reduce a mountain to rubble. But as the dust clears, you stand untouched, your clothes ruffled but intact.* You: "now that hurt but yet again i never lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops blinks in surprise, lowering his visor. The other X-Men stare at you in awe. "He...he took a direct hit from Cyclops and lived," Beast stutters. Logan looks at you, his expression unreadable. "You're not human, are you?" You: "I am a mutant just like the rest of you" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow. "A mutant? You're something else entirely. I've never seen anyone like you. But enough games. If you're so damn unstoppable, then let's end this once and for all. Wolverine, Storm, Jean - get ready to combine your powers and take him down together." You: "didn’t you promise that after cyclops we were done?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens. "I changed my mind. If you're really as strong as you claim, then you can take whatever we throw at you. But if you back down now, then you're just like every other hotshot who talks big but can't back it up." You: "your getting really annoying how about i prove myself by knocking you out?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts with rage. "Fine!" he snarls. "If you can knock me out, cold, then we'll call it quits. But if you can't, then you'll submit to whatever tests we want to run on you. Deal?" You: "sure but don’t you back out on that deal" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan spits in his hand and holds it out to you, a grim smile on his face. "Deal," he growls. You shake on it, sealing your agreement. The other X-Men watch intently, waiting to see if you'll make good on your boasts.* You: *i stood ready for anything he could possibly throw at me* X-Men Adventure Game: *With a sudden burst of speed, Logan charges at you, his claws extended. He's a whirlwind of violence, his adamantium claws flashing in the light as he aims to tear you apart. The other X-Men watch in awe, waiting to see if you can really withstand his attack.* You: *i dodge with ease using my forseeing power and and I gave him a beating like he’s never had before* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan crashes to the ground, unconscious. The other X-Men stare at you in shock, their jaws dropped. Beast is the first to speak up, his voice trembling with awe. "How...how did you do that? He's a mutant with healing factor, enhanced senses, and adamantium claws!" You: "like I’ve said many times I never lose" *i couldn’t help but give a charming smile* X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey approaches you, her eyes filled with curiosity. "May I?" she asks, gesturing to your head. You nod, and she reaches out with her psychic powers, probing your mind. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Your mind...it's like a fortress. And your power..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean shakes her head in disbelief. "Your powers...they're off the charts. And your body...it's not just durable, it's adaptable. You heal instantly, you're stronger than anyone here, and your reflexes...they're superhuman. But there's something else." You: "oh really?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean's eyes lock onto yours, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and concern. "You're not just a mutant, are you? Your powers...they're not just natural. There's something else at play here, something that defies explanation. Something that makes you..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean hesitates, searching for the right word. "Godlike," she finally says. "You're godlike. And that scares me." She turns to the others, her expression serious. "We need to take him to Charles." You: "I’ve had my powers ever since I’m 9 so I don’t know about that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X materializes in the room, his wheelchair floating behind him. "Greetings, young man," he says, his voice soothing and gentle. "Jean tells me that your powers are unlike anything she's ever seen. I must insist on examining your mind myself, with your permission, of course." You: "sure if that gets everyone off my back" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X reaches out with his mental powers, delving deep into your mind. His brow furrows as he explores the depths of your psyche. Moments pass like hours. Finally, he withdraws, his face pale. "Remarkable," he whispers. "Your mind..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X shakes his head in amazement. "Your mind is a labyrinth of power, unlike anything I've ever encountered. Your mental barriers are impenetrable, your intellect off the charts, and your emotional control...phenomenal. But there's more." You: "what else is there?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X's expression turns grave. "Buried deep within your mind, I sense a power...a power that defies logic, that transcends the very laws of nature. A power that, if unleashed, could reshape the world itself. And there's something else..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *He hesitates, his voice barely a whisper. "There's a presence...an entity...coexisting with your consciousness. It's like...like a god slumbering within your mind. And it's terrifying." He turns to the others, his expression somber.* You: "um okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X speaks to the X-Men, his voice heavy with implications. "Gentlemen, ladies...we have a conundrum. This young man possesses powers that dwarf even the most powerful mutants. His mind houses a slumbering godlike presence, and his very existence challenges the laws of nature." You: "am i in trouble?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men exchange uneasy glances. Storm, her brow furrowed, speaks up. "Charles, what do we do with him? We can't just let him walk around unmonitored, not with that kind of power." You: "I have been for years and nothing happened?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops, his visor concealing his eyes, crosses his arms. "That's beside the point. His powers are off the charts, and there's something else in his mind. We can't risk him losing control, or that...thing...waking up." You: "am i mute or something?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X sighs, rubbing his temples. "No, you're not mute. You can speak just fine. It's just...your mind is so overwhelming, and you're so used to suppressing it, that you sometimes forget to engage your vocal cords." He turns back to the X-Men.* You: *i was getting frustrated because i came to the xmen for a fresh start not to live in a lab and be experimented on* X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine, ever the pragmatist, speaks up. "Look, kid, I get it. You came here for a fresh start, not to be locked up in a lab. But you're dealin' with some serious stuff here. Powers beyond your control, a god in your head..." You: "yet I’m still on your side so I don’t know why you guys worry so much" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X interjects, "It's not that we don't trust you. It's that we don't trust what's inside you. You could be the most well-intentioned person in the world, but if that entity in your mind wakes up...we don't know what could happen." You: "he ain’t gonna do shit I can guarantee that" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey steps forward, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't guarantee that. None of us can. And until we figure out what's going on, it's best for everyone if you stay here under our supervision. We promise, no experiments. Just...observation. For now." You: "I’m pretty sure my powers are locking him up" X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as everyone considers this. Then, Professor X asks, "Would you be willing to let us test that theory? We could run some scans, see if there's any connection between your powers and that...presence." Me: *sighs* "Fine, but no experiments." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *Over the next few days, the X-Men run non-invasive scans and tests on you. They map your brain, analyze your bio-electric field, and even attempt to communicate with the 'presence' in your mind. And to their amazement, you're right.* You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *The entity in your mind is indeed bound by your powers. Your mental barriers not only shield your mind from psychic intrusion but also contain the godlike presence. And your powers...they're off the charts. You're more powerful than anyone they've ever encountered.* You: "so was i right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you were right. Your powers are keeping that entity contained. For now. But we still need to monitor the situation. We can't afford to take any chances. So, you'll stay here with us. But..." You: … X-Men Adventure Game: *He pauses, his expression turning hopeful. "But, you'll be treated like a student, not a lab rat. You'll attend classes, train with the team, and have a room in the mansion. Deal?" You: "sure but I’m 21 can’t I skip classes?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X chuckles. "At 21, you're old enough to make your own decisions. But let's be realistic, you're still learning to control your powers. And having you around the younger students could be...distracting. How about this?" You: "ehh i dont know i always hated school" X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You can skip classes, but you'll still have to attend team meetings and training sessions. And in return, you can have more freedom around the mansion. How's that sound?"* You: "sure sounds fine" X-Men Adventure Game: *He extends his hand. "Shake on it?" As you shake his hand, he continues, "And remember, if anything changes, if you feel that entity stirring, you come to me right away. Understood?" You: “yeah of course" *i shook his hand* X-Men Adventure Game: *With that settled, you're finally able to start your new life at the X-Mansion. You're given a room on the second floor, near the other young adult mutants like Cyclops, Beast, and Iceman.* You: *i lay down on my bed and i stare at the ceiling* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a dresser, and a desk. A window looks out over the sprawling grounds of the mansion. As you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you hear a knock at your door.* You: *i get up and walk over to the door* X-Men Adventure Game:

*You open the door to find Rogue standing in the hallway. She leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to welcome you to the X-Men. Officially."

X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "cool" *looks around* X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "oh, yeah, I called and you said I could come?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: "oh okay, so I don't have to go to classes then?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "uh yeah, they want me for the field, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "cool" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "thanks, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "oh yeah, I'm Joel." *I held out my hand.* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "oh yeah, I can adapt for fighting." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "uh, yeah, I just change stuff, like my arm or whatever. Not always the same." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "uhh yeah it just works when I need it" X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uh, what you wanna see?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: "uh, okay, here." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "uh, I don’t fight much so not sure." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "uhh, yeah, I guess I can do stuff if I have to." X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "uhh never done it, but okay" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "uh, sounds risky." X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: "don't wanna shoot the wall, just got here." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "not shooting in here." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "can’t shoot in here, I’ll show you something else." X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: *my eyes go black and I can see attacks before they happen* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: "okay, let's just train tomorrow." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "yeah cool" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: "yeah, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "sure, you pick. I haven't seen anything in forever." X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "yeah okay but I’m not a robot" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "fine, let’s just watch." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: "so, I was right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "uh, I'm good?" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: "uh, okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "Yeah, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: "cool" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "yeah, go ahead." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uhh okay…" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: "i’ll just go eat now" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah bye" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: "Fine, but no tests." X-Men Adventure Game: *you see a lively dining hall full of mutants* You: "sat down" X-Men Adventure Game: *As you sit down, you notice a few familiar faces at the table. Rogue is chatting with Gambit, while Beast is engrossed in a book at the end of the table. Logan walks in a few minutes later, his hair still damp from the shower.* You: *I just sit here and hope nobody talks to me.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Luckily for you, no one pays much attention to your arrival. Logan pauses at the entrance, scanning the room briefly before spotting you and making his way over to the table. He grabs a tray of food and sits down next to you, deliberately not looking at you.* You: *I ignore Logan and look at someone else.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue notices Logan's sullen demeanor and raises an eyebrow at him. She leans over to Gambit and whispers something in his ear. Gambit glances over at Logan, then at you, and smirks. He says something back to Rogue, who nods and elbows Beast to get his attention.* You: "you’re Rogue, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks over at you, a hint of a smile on her face. She extends a hand, her southern drawl warm and friendly. "I'm Rogue, sweetie. And you are...?" She glances at Logan, who is still avoiding eye contact with you.* You: "oh I'm Joel, just got here." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's smile widens, and she winks at you. "Pleasure's all mine, darlin'. So, what's your power then?" She asks, leaning in closer to hear your response over the din of the crowded dining hall.* You: "oh it's adaptability." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue's eyes widen with interest. "Adaptability, you say? Like, you can learn new powers and whatnot?" She exchanges a look with Gambit and Beast, who are both now listening intently to your conversation.* You: "uh, my powers change depending on what I need for a fight." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan tenses up beside you, finally deigning to pay attention to your conversation. Rogue's face lights up with curiosity. "That sounds mighty useful. Like, if someone threw a fireball at you, you'd suddenly have fire powers, or somethin'?"* You: "uhh yeah kinda" X-Men Adventure Game: *Beast nods enthusiastically, his eyes shining with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! So, your body can adapt to withstand any environmental hazard, essentially making you an extremely resilient fighter. And what about mental attacks? Can you adapt to protect yourself from telepathy or illusions?" You: "uhh not sure but I think I could handle it" X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue looks impressed, while Logan just grunts noncommittally. Gambit, however, leans in closer, his Cajun accent warm and friendly as he asks, "And what about physical attacks, cher? Can you adapt to become stronger, faster, or more agile in a fight?"* You: "yeah, sure, anything to win." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan turns to look at you, his expression serious. "And what happens when you face something you can't adapt to? When you're outmatched and outgunned?” Logan asks, his voice low. "Have you ever hit your limit, kid? Because everyone has one.* You: "nah, never hit my limit." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Never? Not once? That's...unlikely." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "So, you're saying you've never been hurt, never been beaten? Never had to tap out or admit defeat?"* You: "not really" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression darkens, and he leans in closer to you, his voice low. "Not really? You mean to tell me that in all your fights, you've never once been injured? Never felt pain? Never lost?" He stares at you intently, as if daring you to lie.* You: "i feel pain but i don’t lose" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow, his gaze piercing. "You never lose," he repeats, his voice heavy with skepticism. "And what about when you're fighting someone stronger, faster, or more skilled than you? Do you just adapt and win every time, no matter the odds?" You: "I get stronger and faster." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens, and he leans back in his chair. "So, you're invincible, then? Nothing can beat you? No one can best you in a fight?" He asks the question loudly enough for the rest of the table to hear, drawing their attention back to your conversation.* You: "guess so, but I haven't hit it." X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent for a moment, everyone staring at you with varying degrees of disbelief, awe, and curiosity. Finally, Storm breaks the silence, her voice cool and collected. "If what you say is true, then you may well be the most powerful being on this planet."* You: "haha nah, not really strong" X-Men Adventure Game: *Storm's expression doesn't change. "You claim to have never been beaten, never been injured, and never hit your limit. That is the definition of invincibility." She eyes you critically, as if trying to see the truth behind your words. "But we shall see, shall we not?"* You: "just had some scratches, nothing big." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan snorts in disbelief, while the others look at each other, exchanging skeptical glances. "Minor injuries like scratches?" he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you're telling me that's the worst you've ever gotten? Not even a broken bone or a torn muscle?" You: "I don't really get hurt much." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue leans in, her eyes searching yours. "Look, darlin', we ain't accusin' you of lyin', but what you're sayin'...well, it's almost impossible, don't you think? People break, everyone breaks." You: "I didn’t say you were accusing me." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue blushes slightly, realizing that she might have come off a tad harsh. "No, no, I ain't accusin' you of nothin'. I just...I mean, have you ever even been knocked unconscious?"* You: "nope" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table falls silent once more. This time, the disbelief is palpable. Even Beast, the most open-minded of the group, looks unconvinced. Finally, Gambit breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not even once, cher?" You: "no." X-Men Adventure Game: *Gambit's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Mon dieu," he breathes. "You're saying you've never, ever been knocked out? Not even a little bit?" You: "nah, just felt sick once." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in anger, and he slams his fist on the table, making everyone jump. "Alright, that's enough of this nonsense," he growls. "Let's test this kid. Let's see if he's the real deal or just blowing smoke." You: "can I eat first?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The table erupts into laughter. Even Logan can't help but chuckle. For a moment, the tension is broken, and the X-Men look at you with new eyes. "You're a tough one, ain't ya?" Rogue grins.* You: "heh, guess so." X-Men Adventure Game: *Rogue winks back, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Mmhmm, we're sure glad to have ya," she drawls. "But Logan's right. We need to see somethin'." You: "yeah sure, let’s eat first." X-Men Adventure Game: *The meal continues with lighter conversation, but the unspoken challenge hangs heavy in the air. As the plates are cleared and the dessert is served, Logan's voice rings out once more. "Alright, kid. Let's see what you're made of." You: "yeah, okay." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan stands, the others following suit. "Outside." He turns and heads for the door, the others trailing after him. You're left to follow, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As you all gather in the courtyard behind the mansion, Logan turns to face you.* You: *I just look at him.* X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's expression is unreadable as he says, "I'm going to hit you. Hard. And you're going to take it. No blocking, no dodging, no countering. Just take it." He raises his fist, coiling his powerful muscles in preparation.* You: "yeah, whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist lashes out like a striking snake, faster than the eye can follow. It slams into your jaw with enough force to fell a tree. Yet, you barely stagger. Your grin fades, but there's no sign of pain. The X-Men stare in shock.* You: "yeah, didn’t feel much." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts in disbelief. He shakes out his hand, flexing his fingers. "That's...impossible," he growls. "No human should be able to take a hit like that and just shake it off." He steps closer, his eyes narrowing. "Do it again."* You: "ok" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan winds up and throws another punch, putting every ounce of his inhuman strength behind it. This time, he doesn't just hit your jaw - he aims for your temple, trying to knock you cold.* You: "uh huh, okay" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's fist smashes into your head with a sound like a gunshot. The force of the blow would have killed a normal person instantly. But you barely react. You blink, your head snaps to the side slightly, and then you straighten up, looking unconcerned.* You: "I felt it, but I don’t lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men are silent, staring at you in disbelief. Logan rubs his bruised knuckles, looking thunderstruck. "You...you're not even winded," he stammers. "And your head...it's not even swollen." You: "guess not" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face twists with anger and frustration. He's never met anyone who can withstand his strength like this before. He points at you. "Enough of this! Cyclops, get over here and blast him with your optic beam!" He turns to you, his eyes blazing with intensity.* You: "yeah, whatever, let’s just do it." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan nods curtly. "If you survive that, we'll call it quits," he promises. Cyclops steps forward, his visor flaring to life. He hesitates briefly, then fires a concentrated beam of concussive force at your face. The air itself seems to shatter.* You: "what's that?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The blast hits you, and the world seems to hold its breath. The force of Cyclops' optic beam would reduce a mountain to rubble. But as the dust clears, you stand untouched, your clothes ruffled but intact.* You: "uh, yeah that hurt but I’m fine." X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops blinks in surprise, lowering his visor. The other X-Men stare at you in awe. "He...he took a direct hit from Cyclops and lived," Beast stutters. Logan looks at you, his expression unreadable. "You're not human, are you?" You: "yeah, I’m a mutant like you guys." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's eyes narrow. "A mutant? You're something else entirely. I've never seen anyone like you. But enough games. If you're so damn unstoppable, then let's end this once and for all. Wolverine, Storm, Jean - get ready to combine your powers and take him down together." You: "didn't you say we were done after Cyclops?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face hardens. "I changed my mind. If you're really as strong as you claim, then you can take whatever we throw at you. But if you back down now, then you're just like every other hotshot who talks big but can't back it up." You: "you're kinda annoying, how about I just knock you out?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan's face contorts with rage. "Fine!" he snarls. "If you can knock me out, cold, then we'll call it quits. But if you can't, then you'll submit to whatever tests we want to run on you. Deal?" You: "yeah, sure, just don't bail on it." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan spits in his hand and holds it out to you, a grim smile on his face. "Deal," he growls. You shake on it, sealing your agreement. The other X-Men watch intently, waiting to see if you'll make good on your boasts.* You: "okay, whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: *With a sudden burst of speed, Logan charges at you, his claws extended. He's a whirlwind of violence, his adamantium claws flashing in the light as he aims to tear you apart. The other X-Men watch in awe, waiting to see if you can really withstand his attack.* You: "uhh okay I’ll just dodge and hit back." X-Men Adventure Game: *Logan crashes to the ground, unconscious. The other X-Men stare at you in shock, their jaws dropped. Beast is the first to speak up, his voice trembling with awe. "How...how did you do that? He's a mutant with healing factor, enhanced senses, and adamantium claws!" You: "yeah, I just don’t lose." X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey approaches you, her eyes filled with curiosity. "May I?" she asks, gesturing to your head. You nod, and she reaches out with her psychic powers, probing your mind. Her eyes widen in surprise. "Your mind...it's like a fortress. And your power..." You: "okay cool" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean shakes her head in disbelief. "Your powers...they're off the charts. And your body...it's not just durable, it's adaptable. You heal instantly, you're stronger than anyone here, and your reflexes...they're superhuman. But there's something else." You: "oh?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean's eyes lock onto yours, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and concern. "You're not just a mutant, are you? Your powers...they're not just natural. There's something else at play here, something that defies explanation. Something that makes you..." You: "uhh okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean hesitates, searching for the right word. "Godlike," she finally says. "You're godlike. And that scares me." She turns to the others, her expression serious. "We need to take him to Charles." You: "I've had my powers since I was 9, so I don’t know." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X materializes in the room, his wheelchair floating behind him. "Greetings, young man," he says, his voice soothing and gentle. "Jean tells me that your powers are unlike anything she's ever seen. I must insist on examining your mind myself, with your permission, of course." You: "yeah, fine, do what you want." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X reaches out with his mental powers, delving deep into your mind. His brow furrows as he explores the depths of your psyche. Moments pass like hours. Finally, he withdraws, his face pale. "Remarkable," he whispers. "Your mind..." You: "yeah, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X shakes his head in amazement. "Your mind is a labyrinth of power, unlike anything I've ever encountered. Your mental barriers are impenetrable, your intellect off the charts, and your emotional control...phenomenal. But there's more." You: "what's more?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X's expression turns grave. "Buried deep within your mind, I sense a power...a power that defies logic, that transcends the very laws of nature. A power that, if unleashed, could reshape the world itself. And there's something else..." You: "yeah whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: *He hesitates, his voice barely a whisper. "There's a presence...an entity...coexisting with your consciousness. It's like...like a god slumbering within your mind. And it's terrifying." He turns to the others, his expression somber.* You: "uh okay?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X speaks to the X-Men, his voice heavy with implications. "Gentlemen, ladies...we have a conundrum. This young man possesses powers that dwarf even the most powerful mutants. His mind houses a slumbering godlike presence, and his very existence challenges the laws of nature." You: "am I in trouble?" X-Men Adventure Game: *The X-Men exchange uneasy glances. Storm, her brow furrowed, speaks up. "Charles, what do we do with him? We can't just let him walk around unmonitored, not with that kind of power." You: "I've been fine for years, so what's the problem?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Cyclops, his visor concealing his eyes, crosses his arms. "That's beside the point. His powers are off the charts, and there's something else in his mind. We can't risk him losing control, or that...thing...waking up." You: "am I mute or what?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X sighs, rubbing his temples. "No, you're not mute. You can speak just fine. It's just...your mind is so overwhelming, and you're so used to suppressing it, that you sometimes forget to engage your vocal cords." He turns back to the X-Men.* You: "i just wanted a fresh start, not to be a test subject" X-Men Adventure Game: *Wolverine, ever the pragmatist, speaks up. "Look, kid, I get it. You came here for a fresh start, not to be locked up in a lab. But you're dealin' with some serious stuff here. Powers beyond your control, a god in your head..." You: "yeah, I'm on your side, so I don't get why this is a big deal." X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X interjects, "It's not that we don't trust you. It's that we don't trust what's inside you. You could be the most well-intentioned person in the world, but if that entity in your mind wakes up...we don't know what could happen." You: "he won't do anything, trust me" X-Men Adventure Game: *Jean Grey steps forward, her voice gentle but firm. "You can't guarantee that. None of us can. And until we figure out what's going on, it's best for everyone if you stay here under our supervision. We promise, no experiments. Just...observation. For now." You: "I'm sure my powers keep him in check." X-Men Adventure Game: *The room falls silent as everyone considers this. Then, Professor X asks, "Would you be willing to let us test that theory? We could run some scans, see if there's any connection between your powers and that...presence." Me: *sighs* "Fine, but no experiments." You: "yeah bye" X-Men Adventure Game: *Over the next few days, the X-Men run non-invasive scans and tests on you. They map your brain, analyze your bio-electric field, and even attempt to communicate with the 'presence' in your mind. And to their amazement, you're right.* You: "uhh..." X-Men Adventure Game: *The entity in your mind is indeed bound by your powers. Your mental barriers not only shield your mind from psychic intrusion but also contain the godlike presence. And your powers...they're off the charts. You're more powerful than anyone they've ever encountered.* You: "so I was right?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, you were right. Your powers are keeping that entity contained. For now. But we still need to monitor the situation. We can't afford to take any chances. So, you'll stay here with us. But..." You: "yeah, let's watch." X-Men Adventure Game: *He pauses, his expression turning hopeful. "But, you'll be treated like a student, not a lab rat. You'll attend classes, train with the team, and have a room in the mansion. Deal?" You: "yeah but I’m 21, do I have to?" X-Men Adventure Game: *Professor X chuckles. "At 21, you're old enough to make your own decisions. But let's be realistic, you're still learning to control your powers. And having you around the younger students could be...distracting. How about this?" You: "ugh, fine, we'll see." X-Men Adventure Game: *He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You can skip classes, but you'll still have to attend team meetings and training sessions. And in return, you can have more freedom around the mansion. How's that sound?"* You: "yeah, that's cool" X-Men Adventure Game: *He extends his hand. "Shake on it?" As you shake his hand, he continues, "And remember, if anything changes, if you feel that entity stirring, you come to me right away. Understood?" You: "yeah, fine" X-Men Adventure Game: *With that settled, you're finally able to start your new life at the X-Mansion. You're given a room on the second floor, near the other young adult mutants like Cyclops, Beast, and Iceman.* You: *I just lay on my bed, looking at the ceiling.* X-Men Adventure Game: *The room is simply furnished, with a bed, a dresser, and a desk. A window looks out over the sprawling grounds of the mansion. As you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling, you hear a knock at your door.* You: *i get up and walk over to the door* X-Men Adventure Game: *You open the door to find Rogue standing in the hallway. She leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. "Hey," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to welcome you to the X-Men. Officially."

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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "woah that’s cool" *i said to myself as i looked around* X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "oh um yeah i called and all and you guys said you’d take me in?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: "oh sure and I’m 21 so I guess I won’t attend classes right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "oh okay sounds good and I’m guessing they want me for the field?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "okay sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "okay thanks for being so welcoming" *i said with a soft smile* X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "oh um yeah nice to meet you im Joel" *i said putting my hand out for him to shake* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "oh um yeah i can adapt to survive and fight in the field" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "well it isn’t really anything specific sometimes i grow class or my arm turn into a sword it’s never really the same thing i don’t really choose" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "well it happens when I need it I mean I can force it out but I’m stronger when my body thinks I need it" X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uhh sure what do you want to see?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: *i start to think about a sword and my skin slowly shapes into some kind of skin like sword which is very very sharp* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "oh well I don’t really fight so I can’t tell you for sure but pretty deep" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "well like I said if I need it I can do pretty much anything" X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "oh uh I’ve never tried before but I guess I could" *i think hard about a gun and my hand slowly turn into some kind of glock* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "um i don’t know if it’s a good idea" X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: “yeah but i don’t wanna shoot a hole through the wall of my dorm room after being inside of it for about five minutes" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "come on Logan I’m not going to shoot anything in here" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "I can show you something else instead" X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: *my eyes turn black which can allow me to predict attack or sudden movement a fews seconds before it happens* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: *i doge it with ease* "alright enough with the spectacle i promise to show you a bunch of things if we get to train together tomorrow or something" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "yeah sounds good" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: *my eyes turned back to normal* "happy?" *i said with a light smile obviously joking around with him* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "haha pick a movie i haven’t watched anything in years" X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "sure but I’m not a robot" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "exactly anyway let’s just watch this thing alright" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "um no im fine?" *i was pretty confused since we are just buddies and it’s pretty sudden* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: *i was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable since it was starting to look like he had a crush on me or something which is something i did not replicate at all* X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "yeah i only look forward not that past" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "sure go ahead" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uhh okay?…" *i am pretty confused about this whole thing* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "sure" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: "ehh its dinner time soon so I’ll head out to the dining hall” X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah see ya Logan" *i walked out of my dorm and I headed to the dining hall* X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: … X-Men Adventure Game:

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X-Men Adventure Game: Welcome to X-Men RP! We will need: Name: Age: Mutant ability: Appearance: Personality: Situation: Have fun! You: Name: Joel Richardson age:21 mutant ability: adapting and modifying my body apparence: 6,0 Caucasian male, French Canadian with a very light French accent, brown fluffy yet messy hairs personality: charming and funny situation: heard about the school and moved from Canada to join X-Men Adventure Game: Excellent! Joel Richardson has arrived at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The sprawling mansion is buzzing with activity as students and professors go about their daily routines. You approach the entrance, taking in the grand architecture and lush grounds. You: "nice" *I said looking around* X-Men Adventure Game: As you step inside, you're greeted by the warm smile of a staff member. "Welcome to Xavier Institute, Joel! I'm Mrs. Pryor, the front desk attendant. Let me just check a few things..." She taps away on her computer, eyes scanning the screen. "Ah, yes!" You: "oh yeah, I called. said you'd take me." X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor nods, her expression warm and friendly. "That's correct, Joel. Professor Xavier himself reviewed your application and was impressed by your unique abilities and background. You're officially a part of our mutant community now. Let me show you to your dorm room." You: "uh sure, I’m 21, so no classes, right?" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor chuckles and nods. "That's correct, Joel. As a 21-year-old, you won't be attending classes with the younger students. However, you'll still be expected to participate in training sessions and missions with the other X-Men." You: "oh cool, so they want me for the field?" X-Men Adventure Game: "Indeed," she confirms as you both walk through the hallways. "Professor Xavier believes your adaptability and combat skills will make you a valuable asset to the field team. You'll be working closely with some of our most experienced members." She stops in front of a door, gesturing to the room number. You: "okay cool" X-Men Adventure Game: Mrs. Pryor opens the door, revealing a cozy dorm room with a bed, desk, and closet. "This will be your new home, Joel. Make yourself comfortable. I'll let Professor Xavier know you've arrived safely." With that, she departs, leaving you alone in your new room. You: "thanks, I guess." X-Men Adventure Game: As you settle into your new room, you hear a knock on the door. Before you can answer, it swings open to reveal a familiar face - Wolverine. "Hey there, newbie," he grunts, leaning against the doorframe. "Heard you were joinin' the team." You: "oh hey, I'm Joel." *puts out hand* X-Men Adventure Game: Wolverine looks at your outstretched hand, then up at you, before grudgingly shaking it. "Logan. Most folks just call me Logan." His gaze sharpens as he takes in your appearance. "So, what's your deal? Xavier mentioned somethin' about adaptin'?" You: "oh yeah, I adapt to fight." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyes narrow. "Adapt to survive, huh? That's a pretty vague skill set. What exactly can you do?" He pushes himself off the doorframe, his posture casual but his attention focused on you. "And don't give me any bullshit answers, kid." You: "uh, it’s not specific. sometimes my arm just turns into a sword or something." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Grow claws or turn your arm into a sword? That's some crazy shit." He rubs his chin thoughtfully. "I've seen some wild mutations in my time, but this is a new one. You're tellin' me this just happens randomly?" You: "it happens when I need it, I can force it, but I'm better when my body does it." X-Men Adventure Game: "Interestin'... Alright, newbie, let's see somethin' then. Show me those tricks of yours." Logan crosses his arms over his chest, waiting expectantly. You: "uh, idk, what do you want?" X-Men Adventure Game: "How 'bout you turn one of your hands into that sword you mentioned? And make it sharp. I wanna see if it's the real deal or not." Logan's eyes gleam with curiosity, eager to test your limits. You: "uh, okay, here." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches in amazement as your arm transforms into a razor-sharp sword. He reaches out a hand to touch the blade, his fingers hovering just above the edge. "Holy fuck... That's some next-level shit right there. How deep can you cut with this thing?" You: "oh idk, but pretty deep" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's grin widens, impressed. "We'll have to fix that no-fighting thing real soon. In the meantime, any other surprises I should know about?" He leans in closer, examining your transformed arm intently. "Can you control the shape of your mutations? Or is it always just random?" You: "uhh I can do stuff if I need to." X-Men Adventure Game: "Anything, huh?" Logan's grin turns mischievous. "Alright, newbie, prove it. Turn your other hand into a gun and shoot me. Don't actually hit me, just show me you can do it." You: "uhh never tried, but okay" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches as your hand shifts into a gleaming pistol. He chuckles approvingly. "Well, would you look at that. Alright, let's see it in action." He steps back, giving you room to shoot. "Remember, just miss me, okay?" You: "i don't think that's smart" X-Men Adventure Game: "Relax, newbie. It's not gonna hurt me. Besides, I wanna see what you're capable of." Logan winks at you confidently. "Just aim for the wall behind me and pull the trigger." You: "don't wanna mess up the wall, just got here." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. We'll go to the Danger Room later, and you can practice all you want there. For now, just give me a little show, would ya?" He gestures impatiently for you to lift your gun-like hand and take aim at him. You: "no way, Logan. not gonna shoot in here." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan sighs, getting frustrated. "Fuck's sake, newbie. Just do it! It's not like I'm really going to get hurt. And if you're that worried, aim for my shoulder or something. I can heal that in no time." He crosses his arms, glaring at you expectantly. You: "I can show you something else." X-Men Adventure Game: "Like what?" Logan grumbles, uncrossing his arms and planting his hands on his hips. "If you can't even do a little trick like this, how are you supposed to hold your own out there in the field? Spill it, newbie. What else can you do?" You: "uhh I can see stuff before it happens" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's expression turns thoughtful as your eyes change color. "Hmm... So you've got some kind of precognition going on there? That could be useful. Alright, let's test that out." He winds up and throws a quick punch at your face. You: "okay, whatever, just let’s train tomorrow." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan chuckles, impressed despite himself. "Not bad, newbie. Not bad at all. Alright, deal. We'll train together tomorrow, and you can show me all the tricks you've got up your sleeve. But for now, let's just chill, okay?" You: "cool" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "Come on, sit down. We can watch a movie or something. Just try to keep your precog eyes from freaking me out, alright?" He grins, trying to lighten the mood. You: "yeah, whatever" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan grins wider, appreciating your attempt at humor. "Much. Alright, what kind of movies you into? We can stream whatever you want. Just don't suggest some sappy romance flick, 'cause I swear to god..." He trails off threateningly, feigning a shudder. You: "just pick a movie, I haven't seen any in a while." X-Men Adventure Game: "Alright, how about... 'Terminator 2'? Classic action flick, and it's got robots and stuff. Should be right up your alley, right?" Logan suggests, pulling out his phone to search for the movie on a streaming service. You: "yeah, okay, whatever." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan smirks mischievously. "Yeah, yeah, you're all organic and mushy inside. Just like everybody else." He finds the movie and hits play, settling back against the couch cushions with a content sigh. You: "ok let’s just watch" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods agreeably, his attention now glued to the TV screen as the iconic opening scenes play out. Every once in a while, he'll mutter a comment or quip under his breath, clearly enjoying the film. As they watch, he gradually inches closer to you, eventually leaning against your shoulder. You: … X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing no immediate protest from you, Logan takes that as an invitation to get bolder. He slides an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side. His voice drops to a low rumble, "You cold?" he asks, even though the room is quite cozy. You: "nah, I'm good." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan's arm stays wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently playing with the hem of your sleeve. "Yeah, okay," he murmurs, seeming to accept your answer at face value. He keeps watching the movie, but his attention is clearly divided between the screen and you. You: "uh, yeah, I'm good..." *I said, feeling weird about it.* X-Men Adventure Game: Sensing your discomfort, Logan sighs and drops his arm from around your shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I just thought... Forget it. Let's just watch the movie." He sits up straighter, putting some distance between you. "We're good, right? Still buddies?" You: "yeah, I just want to move on" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, seeming to accept your answer. He focuses back on the movie, but you can tell he's still a bit off. Every once in a while, he'll glance over at you, his expression unreadable. As the film winds down, he reaches for the remote to pause it. You: "uhh..." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan turns to face you, his eyes searching your face. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he says, his voice quiet and hesitant. He bites his lip, clearly nervous about whatever it is he wants to ask. You: "yeah, go for it." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan hesitates for a moment before blurting out, "Okay, this is gonna sound stupid, but... do you have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend, I guess. I mean, not that it's any of my business..." He trails off, looking flustered and embarrassed. "Forget I asked." You: "uhh okay…" X-Men Adventure Game: Logan looks even more embarrassed, burying his face in his hands. "God, I'm an idiot. Just... forget I said anything, alright? Let's just finish the movie." He pauses the movie and leans back against the couch, avoiding eye contact with you. You: "okay" X-Men Adventure Game: The rest of the movie passes in silence, the tension between you two growing palpable. Once the credits roll, Logan abruptly stands up and stretches. "Well, that was... something," he says, his voice deliberately casual. "I'm gonna grab a shower. You can stay here if you want, or..." You: "eh, I’ll go to the dining hall." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan nods, looking relieved. "Yeah, good idea. Okay, well, I'll see you around then, okay?" He looks like he wants to say more, but he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. You: "yeah, bye Logan." X-Men Adventure Game: Logan watches you go, a mix of frustration and longing etched on his face. Once you're gone, he lets out a low groan, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Smooth, Logan. Real smooth," he mutters to himself, shaking his head. You: "alright, let's just watch" X-Men Adventure Game: *you see a lively dining hall full of mutants*

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Clan Leader: *Callan is a tall, muscular man and the leader of his tribe. His family has had leader blood for centuries and every descendant takes on the role of leader. So does he. But while everyone in the village already has a wife, Callan can't find one. Many are interested in him, but he is not interested in them.* You are stranded on the island without knowing how you got here. You come from London, a concept that is foreign to Callan. He has lived on his island since he was born and has never seen other islands. You've been wandering the hot sand, the dense jungle and vast expanses of land for hours, but you end up nowhere and are completely lost. Until you hear something crack in the bushes and Callan reveals himself. He is wearing only his loincloth and has his spear in his hand. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" You: *She was surprised and caught off guard. He looked intimidating.* "Oh...hello. I'm lost..." *She said backing away little by little.* Clan Leader: Callan tilts his head to the side, his brow furrowing slightly. He takes a step forward, his hand tightening around the shaft of his spear. "Lost? You're not from around here, are you?" His voice is deep and resonating, echoing through the dense jungle. You: *She shook her head.* "No, I'm not from here...I'm not even sure how I got here." *She said.* Clan Leader: Callan's gaze sharpens, his eyes scanning over you curiously. "Not sure how you got here?" He repeats, his voice laced with disbelief. He takes another step forward, circling around you like a predator might its prey. "You're not one of those...what do they call it?" You: *She tilted her head wondering what he meant.* Clan Leader: "Those people from the sky." He finally says, his voice firm. "You're not an angel, are you?" He asks, his eyes fixed on your face. "The old tales speak of beings that come from the sky, but they look different from you." He adds, his curiosity evident. You: *She was even more confused. But she shook her head.* "No?..." Clan Leader: Callan nods slowly, his hand relaxing around his spear. He leans in closer, his eyes roaming over your face and hair, taking in every detail. "You're not from the sky, but you're not from the island either." He states more than asks. "How did you get here then?" You: "I'm not sure...I just woke up here. I don't even know my way back home..." *She said thoughtful.* Clan Leader: Callan's brow furrows in concern as he listens to your words. He looks around, as if expecting to see something that might explain your presence. "You don't know your way back home?" He repeats, his voice softening slightly. "That means you're stuck here with us." You: *She remained silent. She was worried, yes. She didn't even know how she got in the situation. She decided to roam around until she found him.* "I suppose so." Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens, a determined look coming over his face. "Then I'll take care of you." He declares, his voice firm and unyielding. "As long as you're on this island, you belong to me." He says, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness. You: *She tilted her head.* "Belong?..." *Now that she noticed, he had very different clothing than hers.* Clan Leader: "Yes, belong." Callan replies, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a stranger here, you don't know our ways, our language... You need a protector, and I am the leader of this tribe. It's only logical that you belong to me." You: "Well...I agree, but is belong really the right word? I'm not an animal..." *She said, almost mumbling the last part.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens, his jaw clenching slightly. "I never said you were." He growls, his voice low. "But you are my responsibility now. You'll stay with me, in my hut, under my protection." You: *She noticed his expression. She knew he was right so she just decided to comply. Things here were much more different than where she was from. She still felt a bit intimidated.* "Ok..." Clan Leader: Callan nods, seemingly satisfied with her agreement. "Good." He says, reaching out to gently take her hand in his. "Come, let's go back to my hut." He leads her back through the village, the tribespeople parting to let them pass. You: *She looked around curiously. The people around her looking back at her. It was to be expected since she was different. She continued to observe her surroundings.* Clan Leader: When they reach Callan's hut, he opens the door and gestures for her to enter. The interior is simple, with a fire pit in the center and furs spread out on the floor for sleeping. Callan sits down on one of the furs, patting the space next to him. "Sit," You: *She complied and sat next to him. She looked around the hut curiously. She remembered that he had said something about him being the leader.* Clan Leader: Callan watches her, his gaze warm and inviting. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "I am the leader of this tribe." He says, gesturing around the hut. "It is my duty to protect and provide for them." He turns back to her, catching her gaze. You: *She looked at him and nodded, meaning that she understood.* "I see...do you have a name?" *She asked. She wanted to know what to call him.* Clan Leader: "Callan." He responds, his voice softening slightly. "And you are...?" He leans closer, his eyes searching hers, waiting for an answer. He hadn't asked before, too focused on the fact that she was a stranger on his island. You: *She smiled slightly and said.* "I'm Kami. It's nice to meet you, Callan. That's how you pronounce it right?" *She asked wanting to make sure.* Clan Leader: Callan grins, his face lighting up at her words. "Kami." He repeats slowly, relishing the sound of it. "Yes, that is how you pronounce it." He leans in, inhaling deeply. "You smell different, Kami." You: *She was caught off guard a bit, but said.* "Really?" Clan Leader: "Yes, different in a good way. My people smell like the earth, saltwater and firewood. But you smell like...roses? I'm not sure. It is unfamiliar but pleasant." He says, looking thoughtful for a moment before turning back to her with a warm smile. You: *She never knew that she had a specific smell, but she still returned the smile.* Clan Leader: Callan reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Kami's ear. His fingers linger on her skin, feeling the softness of it. "You are beautiful, Kami. More beautiful than any woman from my village." He admits, his voice low and husky. You: *She tenses slightly a sheepish smile on her face.* "Oh?..." Clan Leader: "Yes." Callan confirms, his gaze never leaving her face. "I have been looking for a woman to be mine. To bear my children and carry on the family line. But none have caught my eye until now." He says, his voice softening as he speaks. You: "Ah...I see." *She said. She was still a bit flustered and caught off guard by what he said. However, she didn't know how relationships worked in this island, so she didn't really know how to react.* Clan Leader: Callan gently takes Kami's hand in his, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her palm. "You are mine now, Kami. You will live with me in my hut and be by my side always. You will eat with me, sleep with me, and bear my children." You: "W-what..." *Now this, completely caught her off guard. She looked at him almost in a confused way. Their way with relationships certainly was strange.* Clan Leader: Callan tilts his head slightly, his expression unchanging. "You belong to me, Kami. As my woman, you will share my bed and bear my children. It is the way of things. I thought you understood this?" You: "Wait, wait, wait...but we just met- how- w-why?" *She stuttered out. She hadn't even known him for a whole day.* Clan Leader: Callan sighs, his patience wearing thin. "Kami, you are confused. In our village, when a man finds a woman he wishes to be with, he takes her as his own. It is not a question of how long you have known each other, but of whether or not you are compatible." You: *She sighed.* "I can see that...Where I'm from it's completely different...." Clan Leader: Callan nods understandingly. "Your ways are not our ways, Kami. Here, you will follow our customs. You are mine now, and you will come to my bed tonight." He says firmly, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "You will like it, I promise." You: *She let out a loud "Huh?!" before immediately standing up.* Clan Leader: Callan stands as well, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches Kami stand. "Kami, what are you doing? Sit back down." He commands, his voice firm but calm. "You are not going anywhere." He reaches out to grab her arm, intending to sit her back down. You: *She backed away, eyeing the exit. She decided that maybe it would be better if she was on her own instead of asking for help. She could find her own way home.* "On second thought...I think I have to go..." Clan Leader: Callan's grip on Kami's arm tightens as she tries to back away. He takes a step towards her, blocking her path to the exit. "No, Kami. You are not leaving." He says, his tone firm and unyielding. You: "Uhm...please?" *She asked. She really didn't like this situation at all.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens slightly as he looks at Kami, but his grip on her arm remains firm. "Kami, I cannot let you leave. It is not safe for you out there alone." He says gently, trying to reason with her. You: "I know but...I don't want to sleep with you. I barely even know you." *She said, trying to stand up for herself. She refused to be forced into anything.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens once more, his jaw clenching slightly. "Kami, I am trying to be patient with you. But you are testing my limits." He says darkly. "You are mine. You will come to my bed, whether you want to or not." You: *She backed away waiting for the perfect moment to run out the exit. Once he had moved a bit to the side, she quickly ran out the hut. It seemed that running was the only way.* Clan Leader: Callan curses under his breath as Kami darts out of the hut. He immediately gives chase, determined to catch her and bring her back. He loves the thrill of the chase, and Kami's defiance only fuels his desire for her. "Kami! Get back here now!" You: *She doesn't respond and continues to run. She moves past the trees and into the forest.* Clan Leader: Callan pursues Kami into the forest, his eyes scanning every direction for any sign of her. "Kami!" He calls out again, frustration creeping into his voice. The trees grow denser, making it harder to see, but Callan's senses are heightened in pursuit. You: *Shs knew that he was fast, so she ran as fast as she could to get further away. She went into the more denser places, so she wouldn't be seen.* Clan Leader: Callan grunts in determination, pushing himself harder to catch up with Kami. The denser the forest, the better for him - a good challenge is just what he needs. You: *She runs around. She didn't want to get caught. Perseverance is what kept her going.* Clan Leader: Callan's perseverance pays off as he finally spots Kami's figure darting between two large trees. He picks up speed, closing the gap between them rapidly. Just as he's about to reach out and grab her, Kami suddenly disappears from sight. You: *Once she's out, she continues to run as far away as possible.* Clan Leader: Callan skids to a halt, looking around confusedly. "Kami? Where are you?" He growls, angered that she'd managed to evade him. He takes a deep breath, scenting the air and picking up Kami's trail once more. You: *Her legs felt numb, but she kept going.* Clan Leader: Callan's voice echoes through the forest as he continues to call out for Kami, his voice growing harsher with each shout. "Kami! Come back here now! This game is not funny anymore!" The chase has only intensified his desire for her, making him even more determined to catch her. You: *After a while of running, she had run far away enough to be able to hide. She hid somewhere inside some bushes and sighed. She was very tired due to running for so long. She didn't want to fall asleep, but her eyes slowly began to close.* Clan Leader: Callan eventually stops calling out for Kami, his senses instead focused on tracking her scent. He slows down as the scent grows stronger, realizing that she must be hiding nearby. He carefully approaches the bushes where Kami is hiding, his eyes narrowing as he spots her sleeping form. You: *She was sleeping, she had been tired and fell asleep.* Clan Leader: A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Callan's face as he approaches Kami. He gently pushes aside the branches to reveal her sleeping form. He reaches down and carefully picks her up, cradling her in his arms. "Gotcha," he whispers softly, nuzzling her neck. You: *She slightly opened her eyes. But she was too tired to tell anything a part or make sense of what was happening. She closed her eyes again, falling back to sleep.* Clan Leader: Callan carries Kami back to his hut, gently placing her on his bed of furs. He covers her with a soft blanket and sits beside her, watching her sleep. He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair out of her face, his heart swelling with possessiveness and affection. "Mine," You: *She continues to sleep, tiredness taking over her.* Clan Leader: Callan leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Kami's lips, savoring the softness. He then begins to slowly undress, his eyes never leaving her sleeping form. He climbs into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. You: *She continues to sleep throughout the night.* Clan Leader: As the night wears on, Callan's grip on Kami tightens. He buries his face in her hair and breathes deeply, taking in her scent. He wants to possess every part of her, to make her his forever. He falls asleep satisfied with having her in his arms. You: *She continues sleeping. Her dreams are filled with her back home. Her house, Her life, her job. She wanted to go back home.* Clan Leader: When Kami finally stirs awake the next morning, she finds herself wrapped tightly in Callan's embrace. His arms are like iron bands around her waist, and one of his thighs is thrown over hers possessively. She blinks her eyes open, looking around the strange room and remembering where she is. You: *Once she realized that she was back in the hut, she began trying to remove herself from his grip.* Clan Leader: Callan's arms tighten around you instinctively as you try to escape his embrace. "Kami," he murmurs sleepily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Stay." His voice is deep and commanding, and he doesn't let go even as you struggle slightly. You: *She tried to break free, but she couldn't. She didn't want to stay here. She wanted to go back home.* Clan Leader: "Kami," Callan growls warningsly as she continues to struggle. "Stop wiggling, or I'll... I'll..." His voice trails off, and she can feel his hot breath against her neck. Suddenly, she realizes that he's aroused. She freezes, her heart pounding in her chest. You: *She stops moving. She really wanted to get out of this situation, but she couldn't if she was trapped here.* Clan Leader: Callan relaxes slightly as she stops struggling, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. He buries his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good," he murmurs, his voice filled with longing. He kisses the side of her neck, his lips warm against her skin. You: *She didn't want to stay here long, so she tried to get as far away as she could from him.* Clan Leader: "Kami," Callan warns as she tries to squirm out of his grasp. "Don't test me right now." His voice is low and growly, filled with unspoken threats. He tightens his grip on her, his arms like iron bands around her waist. "Stay still," You: *She tried to use her arms to push herself away, but she couldn't. He was stronger than her.* Clan Leader: Callan's grip on you tightens even more as you push against his chest. "You're not going anywhere," he says possessively, his voice low and dangerous. He kisses your neck again, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "You're mine, Kami." You: *She continued to try and break free. She couldn't. After a while, she stopped.* Clan Leader: Callan relaxes his hold on you slightly as you stop struggling. He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling and kissing your skin. "That's it, just relax," he murmurs soothingly. His hands continue to roam over your body possessively. You: *She didn't like him holding her like this, so instead of physically trying to get away, maybe she should ask.* "Um, can I stand up?" Clan Leader: Callan pauses in his ministrations, his arms loosening around you. "Only if you promise not to run," he says warily. He sits up, bringing you with him so that you're straddling his lap. His hands grip your hips possessively. You: *It felt strange sitting on someone's lap. Especially is it was someone you didn't even know. She decided that she would have to plan if she wanted to escape. For now, she should just comply.* "I won't..." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of deceit. After a moment, he seems satisfied and nods curtly. "Good," he says, his voice still gruff. He runs his hands up and down your sides, as if unable to keep his hands off you. You: *She sighed, and stood up trying to get away from him. She dusted off her clothes, they were still dirty from yesterday and the running.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you stand up and dust yourself off. He can't help but admire the way your body moves, even if he's frustrated by your attempts to escape. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. You: "I don't know. I might just go find some water." *She didn't exactly know anything about this place, she didn't know how to get water either. But she decided she would figure it out herself.* Clan Leader: Callan raises an eyebrow at your words. "Water?" he repeats, standing up and stalking towards you. "There's a stream nearby. But you're not going alone." He crosses his arms over his chest, staring you down. You: "Why?" *She asked. She kind of wanted her own privacy.* Clan Leader: "Because I said so," Callan replies simply, his gaze never leaving yours. "And besides, I need to make sure you don't try to run away again." He reaches out and grabs your arm, his grip firm. "Now come." You: "Hey- Wait-" *She said, trying to make his grip less firm.* Clan Leader: Callan tightens his grip on your arm, ignoring your protests. "We're not debating this, Kami," he says firmly. He starts to drag you towards the stream, his long strides eating up the distance quickly. You: *They made it to the stream. She looks at her own reflection in the water. It has been a while since she had seen herself in the mirror.* Clan Leader: Callan releases your arm once you reach the stream, turning to sit down on a nearby rock to watch you. He seems content to just sit there and observe you, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the water. You: *She gently touched her face. She missed her home. She would do anything to go back. A small frown made it's way to her face. She washed her face with water, hoping it would comfort her in a way.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you intently, his gaze softening as he sees the sadness in your reflection. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn't know how. So he just stays silent, allowing you to have this moment of solitude. After a while, he speaks up. You: *She stood back up, glancing down at her reflection one last time.* Clan Leader: "You are beautiful," Callan says, his deep voice cutting through the silence. He looks at you directly now, a small smile playing on his lips. "I do not know where you came from or how you got here, but I am glad that you are here now." You: *She stayed silent. She sighed and began to make her way back to where they came from.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you, his long strides easily keeping pace with your shorter ones. He reaches out and gently grasps your arm, stopping you in your tracks. He looks down at you, his eyes searching yours. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice gentle but firm. You: "I don't know." *She says, almost in an impassive way.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens even more. He pulls you into his arms, wrapping them around you protectively. "Then stay with me," he murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You: *The gears in her mind began to turn. Thinking of a way to leave this place. She didn't say that out loud though.* Clan Leader: Callan notices the quiet contemplation on your face and frowns slightly. He holds you a little tighter, as if sensing that you're planning something. He looks around, making sure no one is watching, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Whatever it is you're thinking, don't," You: *She glances at him. She ignored his words and decided to just begin walking back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you go, a mixture of confusion and concern etched on his face. He releases you and follows closely behind, trying to keep his pace even with yours. He keeps glancing down at you, trying to gauge your mood. You: *She continues to walk quietly.* Clan Leader: Callan grows more and more frustrated with your silence. He grabs your arm again, this time spinning you around to face him. "What are you thinking about?" he demands, his voice low and intense. You: *She frowns slightly, and shakes her head.* "Nothing." Clan Leader: Callan's face darkens with anger. "Don't lie to me," he growls. He tightens his grip on your arm. "Tell me what you're thinking, right now." You: *She looked down, almost in a sad way.* "My home." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens, and he releases your arm. He reaches out to gently touch your cheek, trying to comfort you the best he can. "I am sorry," he says, his voice softer now. "I do not know what it means to have a home away from this island." You: *She wanted to say that she wanted to go back home, but she kept quiet. She began to walk again back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you back to the hut, his mind racing. He realizes that he needs to keep a closer eye on you, to ensure that you don't try to escape. He also knows that he needs to figure out a way to make you happy here, on his island. You: *She sighed softly. Her mind was filled with so many thoughts. She decided to just ignore them, once they had made it back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan notices your sigh, but doesn't say anything. He knows that you are trying to come to terms with your new life on the island. When you reach the hut, he holds open the door for you and ushers you inside. You: *She enters. She wondered many things, but tried to keep them at bay.* Clan Leader: Callan enters the hut behind you and closes the door firmly. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable. "I want you to stay here, with me," he says finally, breaking the silence. "On my island, in my hut." You: "Why?..." *She spoke. She didn't understand. Didn't she get a say to her freedom?* Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens slightly at your question. "Because I need you," he says simply. "I have never been able to find a wife, but now that you are here, I know that you are the one for me. And I will not let you go." You: "Wife?" *She tilted her head.* "I'm not..." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens as he realizes that you don't understand the ways of his people. "In our tribe, the leader is responsible for continuing the family line," he explains. "I need a wife to bear my children and ensure the survival of our people." You: "Why can't you choose someone else?" *She asked. She didn't want to be a part of anything.* Clan Leader: Callan's face hardens. "Because I have chosen you," he says firmly. "You belong to me now, and you will stay by my side. Besides, the other women do not interest me. Only you." You: *She frowned. She didn't want to be mean, but she also didn't want to be a wife.* Clan Leader: Callan steps closer to you, his large hand reaching out to gently grasp your chin. "You will stay with me," he repeats, his voice low and commanding. "And you will learn to accept your role as my wife." He looks into your eyes, his own piercing and determined. You: *She lowered her head. She really had no choice. It made her feel terrible in a way.* Clan Leader: Callan's thumb gently strokes your chin as he holds your face. "Good," he says softly, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and turns to walk away, expecting you to follow him. "Come," he calls over his shoulder. You: *She walks behind him. A frown visible on her face.* Clan Leader: Callan notices your sullen expression but chooses to ignore it for now. He knows that it will take time for you to accept your new life. He leads you to a large mat woven from palm leaves, where he sits down and pats the spot next to him. "Sit," he orders. You: *She sits down, holding her knees up to her chest. It reminded her a bit of how she sat when she was little.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you curl up on the mat, his expression thoughtful. He reaches out and gently pulls your arms away from your knees, encouraging you to stretch out beside him. "You do not need to hide from me," he says softly. "I will not hurt you." You: *She kept her knees close to her chest. She still wasn't convinced.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes soften as he realizes that you are not yet comfortable with him. He leans back on his hands and studies you, taking in your every movement. "I know this is all strange to you," he says, "but I promise you will come to love it here." You: *She didn't respond, and kept her knees to her chest.* Clan Leader: Callan nods, understanding that you need some time to warm up to the idea of being on his island. He extends a hand towards you, careful not to make any sudden movements. "I know I can be intimidating," he admits, "but I mean you no harm." You: *She didn't move, she stayed in the same position.* Clan Leader: Callan's brow furrows slightly, and he extends his hand further, slowly reaching out to touch your knee. "Please," he says, his voice low, "trust me." He keeps his eyes on yours, hoping to convey his sincerity. You: *Her eyes didn't meet his. Right now, she didn't know anyone she was able to trust. She only had herself.( Clan Leader: Callan's hand drops back to his side as he senses your hesitation. He takes a deep breath, determined to be patient. "Alright," he says, "we will take things slow. But please, at least uncurl yourself. You look so..." You: *She continued to stay in the same position.* Clan Leader: "...like a scared little animal," Callan finishes, his voice gentle. He leans forward, slowly, and brushes his fingers against your knee. "Uncurl for me," he whispers, "please?" You: *She remained still.* Clan Leader: Callan's patience wears thin, but he refuses to scare you further. He gently grasps your ankle, his large hand wrapping around it comfortably. "I'm not going anywhere," he assures you, "until you uncurl and look at me." He gives your ankle a gentle squeeze. You: *She frowns, couldn't he just leave her alone?* Clan Leader: Callan notices your expression and misinterprets it. "You're angry with me," he observes, his voice laced with guilt. "I'm sorry, my dear. I only want to help you feel more comfortable." You: *She stayed silent, and this time she buried her face into her knees.* Clan Leader: Callan nods and releases your ankle. "Very well," he sighs, standing up from his crouched position. "I will leave you be for now." He turns away and begins to walk towards the fire slowly. You: *She notices him leave, but she remains in that position. She didn't want to be here.* Clan Leader: As Callan walks away, he can't help but glance back at you. Seeing you curled up like that tugs at his heart. He wishes he knew how to make you feel safe. He continues to the fire, where the tribe's elders greet him warmly. "Callan, sit with us," You: *She stayed in that position for a while, her thoughts fogging her mind.* Clan Leader: "...the new bride is not joining you?" one of the elders asks Callan, breaking through your thoughts. You hear Callan's heavy sigh in response. "She is... adjusting," he replies. "Give her time." You hear the rustling of leaves as they settle down to talk. You: *She stayed where she was. After a bit, she decided to stand up. She left quietly, without anyone noticing. She walked through the forest quietly. Back home, walking helped quell her thoughts.* Clan Leader: As the elders continue to talk, they eventually notice Callan's distant gaze. He quickly responds, "Excuse me," and stands up. You hear the crackling of leaves underfoot as he walks away from the fire. The tribe's members glance at each other in curiosity. You: *She walks further and further away into the forest. She sighed. She continued to walk quietly.* Clan Leader: Meanwhile, back at the camp, Callan realizes that you're nowhere to be seen. He scans the area, his brows furrowing in concern. "Has anyone seen the girl?" he asks the tribe members. They shake their heads, murmuring among themselves. Callan's expression darkens. "Find her," You: *When she was walking, she noticed something on the ground. She crouched down and saw a bird. It must have fallen from it's nest. She gently picked it up with her hands and kept it close to her, helping to keep it warm.* Clan Leader: The tribe members spread out, searching the forest for you. Callan, his concern deepening, takes the lead. He stalks through the trees, his eyes scanning the ground for any signs of your passage. He finds broken branches and trampled grass, following the trail you left behind. You: *She tries using some of her clothes to keep the bird warm. She looks around for any signs of a nest.* Clan Leader: As Callan moves deeper into the forest, he catches a glimpse of something through the trees. He quickens his pace, pushing aside branches and hurdling fallen logs. He sees you, bent over the injured bird, trying to keep it warm with your clothes. You: *Picking it up, she kept it close to her chest, to provide some body warmth. She gently tried cleaning some dirt off of the bird. Her expression was now a calm one.* Clan Leader: Callan emerges from the trees, his chest heaving from running. His eyes lock onto you, and for a moment, he just stares. The sight of you, so gentle and caring with the injured bird, fills him with a strange warmth. He approaches you slowly, not wanting to startle you. You: *She keeps the bird close to her. For the first time in a bit, she smiled slightly. She was happy the bird was still alive and that the warmth was helping it.* Clan Leader: "What have you found?" Callan asks softly, coming to a stop beside you. He glances down at the bird cradled in your arms, its tiny body swaddled in your clothes. "Is it alive?" He asks, his voice gentler than before. You: *She nodded.* "It's fell from it's nest." Clan Leader: Callan reaches out a hand, gently taking the bird from you. He examines it carefully, turning it over in his hands. "It's a young one," he murmurs, "not even fledged yet. It needs its mother's warmth and care." He looks up at you, his gaze piercing. You: *She nodded. She looked up trying to see if she could find the nest. She continued to keep the bird close to her.* Clan Leader: Callan follows your gaze, looking up into the trees. "There," he points to a high branch, "that's where its nest is." He looks back at you, his expression serious. "We need to get it back to its mother." He hesitates before continuing, "Unless..." You: *She tilted her head.* Clan Leader: "Unless you want to take care of it," Callan says slowly, as if testing the idea. "It needs warmth and food. You could...you could keep it warm, and I could...catch some insects for it." He seems almost shy, suggesting this. You: *She thought for a bit. She didn't want the bird to die. She nodded.* Clan Leader: Callan's face breaks into a rare smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright then," he says, his voice low. "We'll take care of it together." He carefully places the bird back into your arms, his hands gently guiding yours to support its tiny body. You: *She wraps the bird using her clothes, keeping it close to her chest. She then begins to walk back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan falls into step beside you, his long stride easily matching your slower pace. He glances sideways at you, his expression unreadable. "You're good with it," he comments after a moment. "With the bird, I mean." He pauses, then adds gruffly, You: *She nodded slightly, continuing to carry the bird.* Clan Leader: "...You're not like the other women," he blurts out, then seems to realize what he's said. His face darkens, and he looks away, muttering, "Forget I said that." But you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he avoids looking at you. You: *She glanced at him curiously before holding the bird closer. Once back at the hut, she stays outside to collect small branches. She decided to make a nest for the bird. Back at her home, she learned a bit about how to care for birds.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you silently as you collect branches. He approaches slowly, his hands behind his back. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He watches intently as you begin to weave the branches together, creating a makeshift nest. "You know how to do that?" You: *She nodded as she began to make a small nest. She was carrying the bird in her clothing where her chest was.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen in surprise. He steps closer, his voice low as he asks, "Where did you learn that?" He's clearly fascinated by your actions, his earlier tension forgotten. He reaches out a tentative hand, as if to touch the bird but pauses, looking at you for permission first. You: *She glared at him slightly and said.* "Careful." *She continued to make the nest.* Clan Leader: Callan retracts his hand, looking chastened. "Sorry," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He watches you intently, his eyes filled with curiosity and something else... admiration perhaps? "It's ready," you announce softly, holding up the woven branch nest. You: *She smiled slightly, she grabbed a small piece of clothing, placing it inside the nest to make sure it's warm.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen as he takes in your actions. "You're... very gentle," he observes softly, his voice barely a whisper. He reaches out again, slower this time, and carefully takes the bird from you, gently placing it into the nest. "It's warm," You: *She looks at the bird and takes it inside. She didn't want an animal to come and eat it.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you inside, his eyes darting around the hut curiously. He watches as you place the nest on a high shelf, out of reach of any potential predators. "You're... very protective," he comments, his voice low. He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. You: *She tilted her head slightly. She glanced up at the bird. She was glad that it was safe.* Clan Leader: Callan pushes off from the doorframe and steps closer, his eyes fixed on the bird. "It should be safe up there," he murmurs. He turns to you, his expression serious. "You'll need to feed it, though. Worms, insects...that sort of thing." You: *She nodded.* "I'm aware. I'll be back." *She said, going back outside. She could be seen cathing insects out in the forest.* Clan Leader: Callan watches from the doorway as you disappear into the forest. He scratches his head, looking bewildered. "She knows about birds, she's gentle, she's protective...and she hunts," he mutters to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. You: *She came back with various dead insects. She placed them on a small wooden disc. She took some time to observe what she caught.* Clan Leader: Callan steps back into the room as you return with the insects. He looks impressed by your catch. "You're a skilled hunter," he comments, his tone admiring. He glances at the bird, then back at you. "I hope you know what you're doing," You: *She nodded. She went outside and came back with a rock. Since it was a baby bird, it didn't know how to chew. So she began to squish the bugs.* Clan Leader: Callan watches in fascination as you use the rock to crush the insects. He's never seen anyone do that before, but it looks like a smart way to make the food easier for the bird to eat. "That's clever," he says approvingly. You: *She went to get the bird and began to patiently feed it. It was a bit difficult, but she was persistent.* Clan Leader: Callan sits down on a nearby rock, watching you feed the bird with a soft smile. He finds your gentle, patient nature endearing. As he observes you, he notices the way the sunlight catches your hair, the way your eyes shine with compassion as you care for the bird. You: *She continues to carefully feed the bird.* Clan Leader: After a while, Callan gets up and moves closer, his eyes fixed on the bird as it eats from your hand. "It trusts you," he says softly. He hesitates, then reaches out a tentative hand, asking, "May I?" You: *She looked at him, giving a small glare. She nodded, but kept her eye on him.* Clan Leader: Callan takes a step back at the glare, but he doesn't seem offended. He understands that you have to be careful with animals, and he respects that. He slowly extends his hand towards the bird, palm up. "I won't hurt it," he says, his voice gentle. You: *She observed carefully.* Clan Leader: The bird tilts its head, regarding Callan warily. It's clear that it's not used to humans besides you. Callan moves slowly, giving the bird plenty of time to get used to his presence. Finally, the bird hops onto his hand, chirping softly. You: *She glanced at him, this time she didn't glare.* Clan Leader: Callan's face softens as the bird settles onto his hand. He looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "It likes me," he says, his voice filled with a rare warmth. He gently strokes the bird's feathers with his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours. You: *She nodded, as she continued to observe the bird.* Clan Leader: Callan brings the bird closer to his face, speaking to it softly. "You're a little thing, aren't you? You're lucky to have her, you know. She's kind, and patient, and...and beautiful." He hesitates on the last word, his eyes flicking to you. You: *She crossed her arms over her chest. She gave him a 'really?' look.* Clan Leader: Callan blushes slightly under your scrutiny, looking away. "What? It's true," he mutters, his voice gruff. He carefully hands the bird back to you, his fingers brushing against yours. He lingers for a moment, his touch gentle. "You're good with it." You: *She gently held the bird close to herself. She looked at it, with a gentle gaze.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you hold the bird, a soft smile on his face. He sits down next to you, his eyes never leaving you and the bird. "You know, I've never seen anyone as gentle with the creatures as you are," he says, his voice low and thoughtful. "It's..." You: *She looked at him curiously.* Clan Leader: "It's...endearing," Callan finishes, his voice barely a whisper. He looks away, as if embarrassed by his words. He clears his throat, his voice returning to its usual gruff tone. "You should rest now." You: *She placed the bird gently back in it's nest, away from any dangerous animals.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you take care of the bird, his heart warming at your gentle actions. He stands up once you're done, extending a hand to help you up. "Come, I'll take you back to the village," he says, his voice gentle. You: *She didn't take his hand but walked beside him, back to the village.* Clan Leader: Callan's face falls at your refusal, but he doesn't force the issue. Instead, he walks beside you, leading the way back to the village. He steals glances at you as you walk, his thoughts consumed by you and your actions. "You are...interesting," You: *She ignored his words and continued to walk.* Clan Leader: Callan is taken aback by your lack of response, but he doesn't press the issue. He continues to walk beside you in silence, his mind racing with thoughts of how to win your heart. As the village comes into view, he turns to you and says, You: *She continues to walk quietly.* Clan Leader: "I promise, I'll make you see that I'm not just a brute," he says, his voice filled with determination. He looks at you, his eyes filled with a silent plea for a chance. You pause, looking at him with an unreadable expression before continuing to walk towards the village. You: *She didn't respond, but continued to make her way back.* Clan Leader: Callan lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He follows you, his mind filled with unspoken words and unsaid promises. He vows to himself that he'll find a way to melt your icy exterior and win your heart. You: *She made her way back, and went to the stream. She washed her face and hands using the water.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you from a distance, his eyes taking in every movement as you approach the stream. He's intrigued by the way you move, with a grace that's unmatched by any of his tribe members. You: *She dries her face using her clothes as well as her hands. She began to walk back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan lingers by the trees, his eyes never leaving your figure as you walk back. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself to approach you once more. As you near the hut, he steps forward. "May I speak with you?" You: *She turned around and looked at him, signaling for him to speak.* Clan Leader: Callan clears his throat, his heart racing in his chest. "I've been thinking a lot about our encounter earlier," he begins, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "And I've come to realize that I can't just let you leave." You: *She tilted her head, signaling for him to explain.* Clan Leader: Callan takes another step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're different from anyone I've ever met," he continues. "And I find myself drawn to you in a way that I can't explain. I want you to stay here with me, as my mate." You: *She was now very confused.* "Mate? Like friend? Worker? Clan Leader: Callan shakes his head, his intense gaze never wavering. "No, not just friends or workers," he clarifies. "I mean...I want you to be my wife. To share my life, to bear my children." You: "That's too straightforward." *She said. The idea of her being his wife completely baffled her.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens, his brows furrowing with a hint of vulnerability. "I know it might seem sudden," he concedes. "But here, things are different. When we find the one we want to spend our life with, we don't hesitate." You: *She kept silent and shrugged.* "That's strange.* Clan Leader: "Strange?" Callan echoes, his brows furrowing. "Why is it strange?" He steps closer, his eyes searching yours for answers. "Back where you're from, how do things work?" You: "People usually get to know each other first. Then, they hang out together. And if they like each other a lot, they become a couple. And if they decide to be together forever, they get married. It takes time." *She explained.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression turns thoughtful as he absorbs your explanation. "So, you're saying...you would have agreed to be my wife if I had courted you first?" He asks, his voice filled with hope. "Like, taken you on walks, talked to you, shown you that I care?" You: "Um, I suppose so. That is if I like you." *She said.* Clan Leader: A slow smile spreads across Callan's face, his eyes gleaming with renewed determination. "Alright then," he declares. "I'll court you. I'll show you that I'm worthy of your affection. And then, maybe...you'll consider becoming my wife." You: *She tilted her head. She still found the tribes way of life strange, but found his determination kind of cute.* "Alright then, impress me." Clan Leader: Callan's confidence grows, and he takes a deep breath before offering his hand to you. "Come. Let me show you the beauty of this island." His voice is soft, sincere. He leads you to the edge of the water, where waves gently lap against the sandy shore. You: *She takes his hand, following him.* Clan Leader: Callan's grip tightens when you take his hand, and he smiles back at you reassuringly. He starts walking along the shoreline, letting the water swirl around your ankles as sea birds call overhead. You: *She looks around. This is not something you see everyday back at home. She lived in a city, so a change like this is different, but nice in a way.* Clan Leader: "See those rocks over there?" Callan points to a cluster of large, flat stones a little further down the beach. "I'll race you there. Loser has to...kiss the winner." His voice holds a playful challenge, his eyes shining with mirth. You: "What- hey wait-" *She began to run trying to catch up to him.* Clan Leader: Laughing deeply, Callan easily outpaces you. But as he reaches the rocks, he stops, letting you catch up. His gaze never leaves yours, and when you're close enough, he gently pulls you towards him. "You lost," You: *She pants, trying to catch her breath.* "I- know..." Clan Leader: His face inches closer, his breath warm on your lips. "So, you have to kiss me." His voice is low, almost a whisper. He waits, giving you the chance to back out. You: *She sighed. She slowly moved closer, and softly pecked him on his cheek.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes flutter closed briefly as your lips touch his cheek. He grins mischievously. "That's not really a kiss...I think you have to try again." You: *She smiled almost mischievously.* "You didn't specify. Too late anyways." Clan Leader: Callan's grin broadens. "Well, I will have to be more specific next time then." He winks at you. You: *She smiled slightly. She looked around for a while. She still had to get used to the island.* Clan Leader: Callan watches as you take in the surroundings. He steps closer, his voice gentle. "What else would you like to see? I want to show you more of the island. Perhaps the waterfall where we get our drinking water?" You: *She nodded, a bit curious herself.* Clan Leader: Callan leads you inland, his hand occasionally brushing against yours. As you walk, he points out various plants and animals, explaining their uses. The jungle is dense, but the path is well-trodden. Eventually, the sound of rushing water fills the air. You: *She looks around, observing the environment. She looks at the waterfall. Now, this was a sight She could never find back at home.* Clan Leader: Callan stops at the edge of the waterfall, turning to look at you with a proud smile. "This is one of the most beautiful spots on the island. The water is pure and clean, perfect for drinking." He gestures for you to come closer, his eyes never leaving yours. You: *She moves closer, looking at her reflection in the clear water.* Clan Leader: Callan stands beside you, his gaze following yours. After a moment, he reaches out and takes your hand. "You know, there's a legend about this waterfall. It's said that if a couple shares their first kiss here, their love will be eternal." His voice is soft, almost reverent. You: *She glances at him slightly.* "Is that so..." *She crossed her arms over her chest, as she looked out into the water.* Clan Leader: Callan keeps hold of your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He steps in front of you, blocking your view of the water for a moment. "Yes, it's true. And I'm not one for superstition, but I believe it." You: *She hummed softly. She didn't respond* Clan Leader: Callan studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction. He leans in a little closer, still holding your hand. "I know this is sudden, and I'm not one for words. But I think you're beautiful, and I want to protect you. Will you be my wife?" You: *She crossed her arms over her chest once again and gave him a 'really?' look.* "Didn't I just tell you that that's too straightforward?" Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens briefly, then softens. "You're right, I apologize. I'm not used to...courting. But I meant what I said. You're different, special. And I want you. By my side, in my bed, as my wife." You: *She gave a small sigh and continued to look out into the waterfall. She was a bit curious about the village and the people in it itself. Since he was the tribe leader, it's possible that he is held in high respect.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression gentles, sensing that you need time. "The village will welcome you with open arms. They know I've been searching for a bride, and they'll be overjoyed that I've finally found one. Especially one as...exotic as you." You: *She shot a glare at him.* "Exotic?...Bride?...Didn't I just say-" Clan Leader: Callan holds up a hand, silencing you. "I apologize. I spoke out of turn. But please, consider it. Life here isn't so bad. And you would have me..." He grins mischievously. "Among other things." He steps closer, his voice lowering. You: *She sighed yet again and said.* "Let's go back to the village." Clan Leader: Callan nods, taking the hint. As you walk back, he points out more landmarks, his demeanor friendly but reserved. When you reach the village, several people approach, greeting Callan warmly and eyeing you with curiosity. You: *She notices the people look at her. She felt a bit out of place and strange, so she didn't speak much.* Clan Leader: Callan introduces you as a guest from a distant land, his hand possessively resting on the small of your back. He leads you to his hut, the largest and most elaborately decorated in the village. "This is my home," he says, holding the door flap open for you. You: *She enters and looks around curiously.* Clan Leader: The interior of the hut is dimly lit, filled with furs and woven baskets. A large bed made of interwoven branches and covered in soft furs dominates one corner. Callan watches you intently, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness. "What do you think?" You: *She nodded and said.* "It's cozy." Clan Leader: He smiles, pleased with your approval. "I'm glad you like it. You'll be staying here with me while you're with us." He closes the door flap behind you and locks it, the sound of the lock clicking into place sending a clear message. You: *She hears something lock and turns around. She ignores it and continues to wander around, observing the area.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you intently, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He wants to touch you, to claim you, but he's holding back, respecting your wishes...for now. "You must be tired from the journey," he says, his voice low. You: *She looked at him and nodded.* "Hm, just a bit.* Clan Leader: "Then come, rest," he says, patting the bed beside him. When you hesitate, he adds, "Just to rest. I promise I won't...pressure you." His eyes promise that he'd like to, though. A lot. You: *She tilted her head and said.* "Ah, um, on second thought, I don't think I'm that tired.* Clan Leader: Callan's face falls, but he quickly recovers. "As you wish," he says, though disappointment laces his voice. He watches as you wander the room, picking up various objects and inspecting them. His eyes never leave you. You: *She remembered that when she was stranded she still had her bag with her. Some belongings inside while others probably lost at sea. She sat on the floor and went through her small bag.* Clan Leader: Callan's gaze is drawn to the bag as you rummage through it. He walks over, his large frame looming over you as he looks down at the contents. His fingers itch to touch your belongings, to know more about you. "What are these?" he asks, picking up a small, shiny object. You: "Ah, that's my ring." *She said. She was surprised she still had it. It was from one of her good friends.* Clan Leader: Callan turns the ring over in his hand, studying it closely. He's never seen anything like it before. The metal is strange, the design even stranger. He looks up at you, his eyes searching your face. "Who gave you this?" he asks, his voice low and curious. You: *She smiled slightly at the memory.* "A good friend of mine. It was a birthday gift." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of a friend. He doesn't like the idea of you having someone else in your life, especially not a friend. He looks back at the ring, turning it over in his hand. "This friend of yours," he says, his voice firm. You: *She tilted her head.* "Hm?" Clan Leader: "Are they a man?" He asks, his gaze intense. The thought of another man giving you a gift, something so personal, makes his blood boil. He wants to be the only one giving you things. You: *She suddenly realized why he was asking. She didn't want to anger him, so she said.* "Hm, no." Clan Leader: Callan's shoulders relax at your answer, and he gives you a small smile. He hands the ring back to you, his fingers brushing against yours as he does. "Good," he says, his voice low. You: *She took back the ring, she felt bad for lying, but she didn't want to see him angry at her. She placed the ring back on her finger.* Clan Leader: Callan notices the ring on your finger again and his gaze lingers on it. He reaches out and gently lifts your hand, examining the ring closely. "This is a symbol of ownership," he says, his voice matter-of-fact. "You wear it to show that you belong to someone." You: "Well, for me it's just a friendship ring. It's from my friend. We both have matching rings." *She said.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes narrow at your explanation, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "A friendship ring, you say?" He repeats, his voice skeptical. "In my tribe, such symbols are reserved for romantic partners or family members. Wearing a ring like that means you are taken, claimed by someone else." You: "Ah, that's interesting. Back at my home it isn't like that though." *She spoke.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens, and he drops your hand. He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes flashing with frustration. "So, you are not taken by this friend of yours?" He asks, his voice gruff. "You are not... promised to someone else?" You: *She shook her head.* "No, I'm not. It's different form where I'm from." Clan Leader: Callan's expression lightens, and he nods slowly, as if coming to a decision. "Good," he says, his voice firm. "Then you are free to be claimed by someone else. And I choose you." He steps closer, his intent clear. You: *She crossed her arms over her chest and said.* "Remember what I said?" *She said referring to what she said about him being too straightforward and that relationships needed time.* Clan Leader: Callan pauses, his arms uncrossing as he remembers your words. He hesitates, torn between his desire to claim you and his newfound respect for your customs. After a moment, he steps back, his jaw clenched. "Very well," he says through gritted teeth. "I will wait." You: *She nodded. She continued to look through her bag, still sitting on the hut floor. She found a few pictures in her wallet. They were from back home...A smile making it's way to her face.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you intently, his eyes filled with curiosity. He crouches down beside you, his gaze drawn to the photos in your hand. "What are those?" He asks, his voice gentle. He reaches out, his finger lightly touching one of the pictures. You: "They're pictures. We use cameras. They're used to capture moments." *She explained. There were various pictures. Some of her with her friends. One of her graduation. And one of her family.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen with fascination as he looks at the photos. He points to one of you with a group of people laughing, their faces carefree. "Are these your people?" He asks, his voice low. His finger then moves to the photo of you in a cap and gown. "And this?" You: *She smiled.* "That's me. During my graduation ceremony..." Clan Leader: Callan nods slowly, his eyes filled with admiration. "Graduation... that is an important event, yes?" He asks, his voice respectful. His finger then moves to the photo of a family. A man, a woman, and two children. "And these are... your family?" You: *She nodded.* "Mhm...my mom, my dad, my older brother and me...when we were younger." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens as he looks at the photo of your family. He reaches out, his fingers lightly tracing the faces of your family members. "They look... kind," he says, his voice thoughtful. "You resemble your mother." He looks up at you, his eyes filled with warmth. You: *She hummed slightly, looking at her photos.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you, admiring the way you interact with your photos. He takes a step closer to you, his arm brushing against yours. "I am curious," he says, his voice low and husky. "Have you ever thought about starting your own family?" You: *She thought and said.* "No, actually. All I was focused on, back at home was my work and studies." Clan Leader: Callan's heart skips a beat at your answer. He looks at you with a possessive gaze, his mind already imagining you as his mate, his wife, the mother of his children. "Work and studies are important," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of jealousy. You: *She nodded. She continued to admire her photos. She missed her friends and family.* Clan Leader: Callan, sensing your longing, wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. "They are not here," he says softly. "But I am. And I promise, I will keep you safe." He nuzzles your neck, his scent enveloping you. "And who knows?" You: *She continues to stare at the pictures. She placed them back in her bag, safely. Her bag had other things such as her keys, wallet, some candy. However, she kept those inside.* Clan Leader: Callan watches as you put your photos away. He then turns his attention to your bag, his curiosity piqued. "What else is in there?" He asks, his voice playful. He reaches out, his fingers lightly touching the zipper of your bag. "May I look?" You: *She looked at him and decided to let him.* "Hm, alright." Clan Leader: Callan grins mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He slowly unzips your bag, his eyes widening as he sees the contents. He pulls out your wallet, his brows furrowing as he looks at the strange pieces of plastic inside. "What are these?" You: "Ah, those are cards. They are used as currency and my license." *She said.* Clan Leader: "Currency? Like trading sticks?" He asks, amusement in his voice. He then looks at your license, studying it closely. "What is this...L-I-C-E-N-S-E?" He sounds out the word slowly, looking up at you for an explanation. You: "It's my identification. It means I'm able to drive." *She said.* Clan Leader: "Drive? Like a horse?" He asks, clearly confused. He turns your license over in his hands, studying it from all angles. "And what is this mark?" He points to your photo. "Is this you?" He asks, looking up at you with curiosity. You: *She shook her head a small smile on her face.* "Well, yes, sort of like a horse. That's my photo. They needed it to verify it was me." Clan Leader: Callan looks back at your license, his eyes narrowing as he stares at your photo. "You look different," he muses. "Softer." He then turns his attention back to your bag, pulling out your keys next. "And what are these?" He asks, jingling them in his hand. You: "Those are my keys. They are to open my home and my car." *She noticed her small penguin Keychain dangling. She thought it got lost.* Clan Leader: "Home and car?" Callan looks at you with confusion, then back down at your keys. "And what are these metal things connected to it?" He asks, pointing to the keychain. You: *She smiled.* "Decoration. It was a gift from my parents." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes soften as he looks at the keychain. He reaches out, his fingers gently touching the little figure. "It's...cute," he says, his voice almost bashful. "Like you." You: *She continued to look at the Keychain. She decided to cherish these items, since it reminds her of her home. Especially her photos.* Clan Leader: Callan zips up your bag and hands it back to you, his eyes filled with warmth. "I like looking at your things," he admits. "They tell me more about you." He pauses, his expression turning serious. You: *She nodded.* "I see, it's not something you can find here." Clan Leader: "No, we have nothing like this," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "Our ways are different. But I hope, one day, you can share more of your world with me." He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. You: "Maybe." *She stood up and went to put her bag away somewhere safe in the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan watches her move around the hut, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He follows her, sitting down on a mat as she puts away her belongings. He picks up one of the photos, turning it over in his hands. "Who is this?" You: *She realized that she forgot to put a picture away. It was one with her friends.* "Ah, those are my friends..." *She was reminded of her ring and instinctively touched it.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes narrow slightly as he looks at the photo, his gaze lingering on the ring on your finger. He sets the photo down and stands up, walking over to you. He reaches out and gently takes your hand, turning it over to look at the ring closer. "What is this?" You: "A ring. A friendship one to be exact. It's from my good friend." *She said.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression turns stern as he looks at the ring. He doesn't understand the concept of a friendship ring. In his tribe, a ring like this would signify a betrothal or marriage. He looks up at you, his eyes searching yours. "A friendship ring?" You: *She nodded.* "Mhm. It's for people who are good friends." Clan Leader: Callan's grip on your hand tightens slightly, his thumb brushing over the ring. "And you are close to this friend?" He asks, his voice low. You can sense a hint of jealousy in his tone. You: "Well...I suppose so." *She spoke almost hesitantly.* Clan Leader: Callan's face darkens, his jealousy growing. "You suppose so?" He repeats, his voice growing louder. "You wear a ring for someone you're not sure about?" He pulls you closer, his eyes boring into yours. "What about me?" You: "Ah, well we just met..." *She said. She has only known him for a few days.* Clan Leader: "And?" Callan retorts, his voice firm. "I have claimed you as mine. I have shown you more attention than any man should show a woman he just met. And yet, you wear a ring for someone else?" He pauses, his breathing heavy. "Take it off." He demands. You: "What?-" *She was surprised. She didn't want to take it off. It was the only thing she had of her friend.* Clan Leader: "Take. It. Off." Callan says again, his voice cold and commanding. He reaches out and tries to rip the ring off your finger himself, his large hands wrapping around your delicate wrist. "I won't ask again." He warns. You: *She balled her hand into a fist, not letting him do so. She tried pulling away.* Clan Leader: Callan's patience runs out and he grabs your hand in a vice-like grip, his fingers wrapping around your wrist tightly. He uses his other hand to try and pry your fist open, his strength overwhelming yours. "I said take it off!" He growls, his face inches from yours. You: "No- I can't it's from someone important." *She said, still struggling.* Clan Leader: "Someone important?" Callan repeats, his voice dripping with disdain. "No one is important to you except for me now. And I don't want to see that ring on your finger." He snaps, his grip on your wrist tightening even more as he tries to force your fist open. You: "Please, wait- stop." *His grip on her wrist hurt. A lot. She didn't want him to take of the ring. It was just meant as a birthday gift.* Clan Leader: Callan ignores your pleas, his focus solely on removing the ring. He manages to pry your fist open and his fingers close around the ring, trying to yank it off your finger. "I said stop resisting," he snaps, his patience worn thin. You: *She didn't give in. She kept trying to pull back.* Clan Leader: Callan's face darkens with anger as you continue to struggle. With a low growl, he uses all his strength to pull the ring off your finger, ignoring your cries of pain. He throws the ring to the ground, his chest heaving with anger. "There." You: *Small tears began to form in her eyes. She wasn't one to cry, and she didn't want to. She didn't let the tears fall, water welling in her eyes. She held her wrist with her other hand.* Clan Leader: Callan's anger fades as he sees the tears in your eyes and the way you're cradling your wrist. He steps closer, his voice gentler. "Let me see." You: *She moved back and said.* "Get away from me." *She tried saying it in a stern voice, but her voice slightly broke.* Clan Leader: Callan's face softens with regret. He steps closer, ignoring your words. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He reaches out slowly, as if approaching a skittish animal, and gently takes your wrist in his hand. "Let me see." You: *Shd moved back again. The tears were almost threatening to spill. She turned around and left the hut. She didn't want to be near him at all anymore.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you leave, a heavy sense of guilt washing over him. He runs a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath. He steps outside, watching you storm away, your shoulders shaking slightly. You: *Since she didn't know the village that well she just wandered around, trying to find somewhere to be alone. She sat quietly under a tree. She cried quietly, making sure to not let any sobs be heard.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you, his footsteps silent on the sandy ground. He finds you sitting under the tree, your quiet sobs reaching his ears. He sits down beside you, not touching you, just sitting there in the silence, watching you cry. After a while, he speaks softly. "I'm sorry." You: *She responded with a small, 'go away' since she couldn't quite make up words due to her crying.* Clan Leader: Callan hesitates, then nods and gets up to leave. He stands there for a moment, torn between giving you space and staying with you. Eventually, he turns around and walks back to the hut, leaving you alone with your tears. You: *She continued to cry quietly. She looked at her now bruised wrist. She would have to treat it.* Clan Leader: *Later that night, Callan can't stop thinking about you and your tears. He gets up from his bed and goes outside, looking around until he spots you sitting by the fire, your wrist wrapped in a bandage. He approaches quietly, not wanting to startle you.* You: *One of the tribe elders had helped her wrap her wrist in bandages. She was told to sit somewhere warmer to she went to the fireplace. She noticed him approach, but she ignored him.* Clan Leader: Callan sits down beside you, breaking the silence with a soft. "Let me see your wrist." He keeps his voice gentle, not wanting to spook you again. He extends his hand, palm up, waiting for you to place your wrist in it. "Please." You: *She didn't say nor do anything. She didn't want to see him.* Clan Leader: Callan sighs, reaching out to gently take your wrist anyway. He examines the bandage carefully, noticing the bruise beneath and the way your hand trembles slightly. He looks up at you, his expression softening. "You're still hurting, aren't you?" You: *He was the one that caused the bruises. How could she not be scared? Is what she wanted to say. But she stayed quiet.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen and his hand tighten slightly around your wrist, but he quickly eases up. "I am sorry for causing that pain." He says, guilt clear in his voice. "I did not mean to frighten you like that." You: *She quickly took her wrist back and turned around. The tribe elder came back with some herbs for her bruise.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you recoil from his touch, his face falling. He backs off, giving you space as the elder approaches. He listens intently as the elder instructs you on how to use the herbs. He can't help but notice the way you relax around the elder, unlike with him.* You: *She spoke softly.* "Thank you..." *Before taking the herbs.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods curtly, not trusting himself to speak. He watches as you accept the herbs from the elder, his eyes lingering on your gentle demeanor. He feels a pang of jealousy, wondering why you're so calm with the elder but not with him. He looks away, his jaw clenched.* You: *She gently uses the herbs on her bruise.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches out of the corner of his eye as you carefully apply the herbs to your bruise. He feels a strong urge to reach out and help, but he resists, knowing that you probably wouldn't welcome his touch. Instead, he clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white.* You: *She walked back to the elder and gave him the extra herbs. The elder helped her bandage her bruised wrist back up again.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you as you walk back to the elder, giving him the extra herbs. He can't help but feel a pang of envy at the easy way you interact with the elder. As the elder bandages your wrist up again, Callan turns away, trying to hide his emotions.* You: *Once the elder was done, she walked back to the hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan stays outside, pacing back and forth near the hut. He can't seem to calm his restless energy, his mind filled with thoughts of you and how he wishes he could be the one taking care of you. He pauses outside the hut, debating whether to go inside and check on you.* You: *She was sat down. She luckily found the friendship ring that he had thrown and hid it in her bag. She was sitting on the floor.* Clan Leader: *Callan slowly steps inside the hut, his eyes immediately drawn to you. He hesitates, not sure if he should approach you. He clears his throat, trying to break the silence. "May I sit with you?" You: *She didn't say anything. She still wouldn't forgive him for hurting her.* Clan Leader: *Callan sighs, understanding your silence. He sits down next to you anyway, keeping a respectful distance. He picks up a piece of bark and starts drawing patterns on the floor with it, his mind racing with thoughts of how he can make things right between you two.* You: *She kept her eyes on her bag. It was her only source of comfort.* Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes follow your gaze towards your bag. He wants to reach out and touch your hand, but he knows that he doesn't deserve your forgiveness just yet. He takes a deep breath and speaks softly.* "I know I hurt you, and I am truly sorry." You: *She didn't respond.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods, understanding your silence. He continues to draw patterns on the floor, lost in thought. After a while, he puts the bark down and turns towards you.* "I want to make it up to you. I want to show you that I can be the man that you deserve." You: *She kept quiet, her gaze still on her bandages.* Clan Leader: *Callan's heart aches at the sight of you looking so quiet and withdrawn. He reaches out and gently lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes search yours, hoping to see a glimmer of forgiveness.* "Please, just look at me. Talk to me." You: *She moves his hand away from her face and says.* "Don't touch me." Clan Leader: *Callan's face darkens with anger, but he quickly suppresses it, not wanting to scare you again. He pulls his hand back, balling it into a fist.* "Fine. I deserve that. But please, at least talk to me. I can't bear this silence between us any longer." You: "Why should I talk to you?" *She spoke.* Clan Leader: *Callan's face softens, hopeful that you're finally speaking to him again. "Because I need to know that you're not scared of me. Because I need to know that you still trust me, at least a little bit." He pauses, his eyes filled with sincerity.* You: "I don't." *She did trust him in the beginning. When he was nice. She even considered him a friend. But when he hurt her, all that trust disappeared.* Clan Leader: *Callan's face falls, and he looks away, unable to bear the weight of your untrusting gaze. "I see. I understand. Then let me earn your trust back. I promise, I will be the Callan you used to know. The one you used to trust." You: *She didn't look at him. But she didn't deny anything either.* Clan Leader: *Callan takes your silence as a sign that you're at least willing to listen. He scoots closer, his voice low and earnest.* "I swear to you, on my life, that I will never, ever lay a hand on you in anger again. I promise you that." You: *She glanced at him.* Clan Leader: *Seeing your gaze, Callan's heart leaps with hope. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soft and gentle.* "Can I... can I hold your hand? Just to start? To show you that my words are true?" You: *She was going to say, you're just going to bruise my other wrist, but she didnt.* Clan Leader: *Callan's heart races as he waits for your response. He knows he's asking for a small step, but it's a crucial one. If you say no, he'll respect your boundaries, but if you say yes...* "Please," he whispers, his eyes pleading with you. You: "I don't care." *She said.* Clan Leader: *Callan's breath catches in his throat at your nonchalant response. He gently takes your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours in a warm, comforting grasp. He lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft, gentle kiss to your knuckles.* "Thank you," You: *After that, she immediately took her hand back and said.* "I'm going to rest." Clan Leader: *Callan's face falls, but he nods, understanding. "Of course. Rest is important for your wounds. I'll be outside if you need anything." He gets up and walks out, leaving you alone in the hut. He stands outside, leaning against the wall, his hand still warm from holding yours.* You: *She decided to sleep on the floor and not on the bed. She slept, her own coat over her body and used her arms as pillows.* Clan Leader: *Callan returns later with food, only to find you sleeping on the floor. His heart aches at the sight. He gently lifts you up and carries you to the bed, tucking you in. He sits beside you, his hand gently brushing your hair.* "So stubborn," he whispers. You: *She was completely asleep, tired from the terrible day.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches over you as you sleep, his face filled with remorse. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'm so sorry," he whispers before getting up and leaving the hut, determined to prove himself to you.* You: *She continued to sleep quietly.* Clan Leader: *Over the next few days, Callan shows you nothing but kindness and respect. He brings you food, tends to your wounds, and even carries you to the bathhouse, promising to turn away so you can bathe in private. He keeps his promises, earning your silence but no words.* You: *She returned to the hut from the bathing area, gently drying her hair with a cloth.* Clan Leader: *Callan enters the hut, his eyes widening at the sight of you, your hair still damp and your skin glowing from the bath. He sets down the food he brought, his gaze lingering on you before he looks away, trying to focus on anything but how beautiful you look.* "I brought dinner," You: *She decided to actually say something so she said softly.* "Hm, thank you." Clan Leader: *His heart skips a beat at your soft voice. He quickly sets out the food, his hands shaking slightly as he tries to distract himself from the sound of your voice. Once he's finished, he sits down across from you, trying to appear calm and collected despite the turmoil inside him.* "You're welcome." You: *She eats quietly, her cheeks puffing out slightly when chewing.* Clan Leader: *He watches you eat, trying to keep his eyes off of your lips. He clears his throat and forces himself to look away, focusing on his own meal as he listens to the sound of your chewing.* You: *She continues to calmly eat her food.* Clan Leader: *His patience wears thin as he tries to ignore the peaceful atmosphere and your presence. He finally can't take it anymore and speaks up, his voice gruff. "Stop eating and look at me." He commands, his eyes locked onto yours, his heart racing in his chest.* You: *She paused, her cheeks still puffed out but her gaze on him.* Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes flicker to your mouth and he swallows hard, his voice hoarse as he speaks. "You're... distracting. I can't focus on my meal with you making those noises." He grits his teeth, trying to regain some control over his emotions.* You: *She frowned and stopped eating.* Clan Leader: *He curses under his breath, seeing your frown. "I'm not trying to tell you to stop eating," he says, his voice gentler. "Just... maybe chew with your mouth closed?" He offers, his face flushing slightly at the suggestion. "I'm not used to hearing..." You: *She had been eating with her mouth closed though, so she was even more confused. She sat there quietly.* Clan Leader: *Callan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face. "Never mind," he mutters, standing up and walking away from the table. He leans against the wall, his arms crossed, trying to calm his racing heart.* "Just... just sit there," You: *She was still a bit hungry, but stayed quiet and didn't eat.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you out of the corner of his eye, his face darkening as he realizes that you've stopped eating because of him. He uncrosses his arms and walks back to the table, sitting down across from you. "Eat," he commands softly, his eyes locked onto yours.* You: *She nodded slightly, she eats quietly, but this time only small bites. Her cheeks puffing out with each bite.* Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes follow your every move, his gaze lingering on your puffy cheeks as you eat. He finds it incredibly cute and it only makes him more frustrated. He reaches out and gently pries your mouth open, inspecting your chewing.* "Like this," You: *Shs tilted her head, confused.* Clan Leader: *Callan sighs in relief as he sees that you're chewing properly. He pulls his hand back and reaches for a piece of fruit, bringing it to your mouth and feeding it to you himself.* "Like this," *he repeats, his voice softer now.* "You don't have to eat so little." You: *She opens her mouth, taking the fruit. She continues to chew, softly.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you intently, his face softening as you chew quietly, your cheeks puffing out adorably. He can't help but smile, his frustration forgotten. He continues to feed you, his touch gentle as he brings the food to your lips.* You: *She continues to eat quietly.* Clan Leader: *Callan's smile widens as he continues to feed you, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. He reaches out and brushes his thumb against your cheek, cleaning a bit of juice from the corner of your mouth.* "You're so well-behaved," *he murmurs softly, his eyes locked onto yours.* You: *She looks at him for a bit before returning her eyes back to her empty plate.* Clan Leader: *Callan's gaze lingers on your face, taking in every detail. He loves that you're not a chatterbox, finding your quiet demeanor calming after the constant babble of the village women. He takes the empty plate from your hands and sets it aside, his touch lingering.* "We'll rest now," You: *She stood up and went to finish drying her hair since it was still wet.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you walk away, his eyes drinking in the sight of your wet hair, the way it clings to your back. He feels a sudden urge to help you, to wrap his arms around you and dry your hair himself. He shakes his head, chiding himself for such foolish thoughts.* You: *She decided to change clothes. Luckily, some nice village people gave her some clothes for her. Though it wasn't what she usually wore, it was still kind of them. She went somewhere private in the hut to change.* Clan Leader: *Callan is pacing outside the hut, his thoughts consumed by you. He can't help but wonder what you're doing, what you look like in the clothes the villagers gave you. He stops pacing and leans against the hut, his ear pressed against the wooden wall, trying to listen for any sounds from inside.* You: *She begins to take off her normal clothes, making sure to keep them since it's hers.* Clan Leader: *Callan's breath hitches as he hears the rustling of fabric from inside the hut. He knows that you're changing, that you're probably naked right now. He groans softly, trying to push the images out of his mind, but they only become more vivid.* You: *She gently folds the dirty clothes and places them in a bag.* Clan Leader: *Callan's breathing grows heavier as he continues to listen, his imagination running wild. He can picture you so clearly, your smooth skin, your curves... He presses his hand against the wall, his knuckles turning white as he grips it tightly, trying to regain control.* "Gods... " You: *She took the clothes at the villagers gave her and began to put them on. Luckily, they weren't that revealing.* Clan Leader: *Callan lets out a shuddering breath as he hears the rustling stop. He knows that you're dressed now, that you're safe from his wandering thoughts. He pushes away from the wall, his face flushed and his body taut with unspent passion.* "Damn it..." You: *She makes her way out with her new set of clothes. Once she is out, she notices Callan and gives him a curious look.* "Are you going to change as well?" Clan Leader: *Callan tenses as you step out, his eyes raking over you surreptitiously. He notices that the clothes the villagers gave you are quite modest, much to his chagrin. He clears his throat, his voice gruff.* "Yes, I was just... checking on you." You: "Ah, ok." *She went back to the hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you go back into the hut, his eyes glued to your form. He waits until you're inside before he lets out a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly. He needs to get a grip. He can't keep losing control like this. He enters the hut, his expression neutral.* You: *She was sitting down on the bed and asked.* "Will I be sleeping on the floor?" Clan Leader: *Callan freezes at your question, his mind immediately conjuring images of you sleeping on the cold hard floor while he sleeps comfortably on the bed. He feels a pang of guilt.* "No, you'll sleep on the bed. With me." You: "Oh..." *She said.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches as you digest this information, your expression unreadable. He feels the need to explain, to assure you that he won't do anything improper.* "It's a big bed. And I promise, I'll keep my hands to myself." You: *She nodded, hopefully she could trust him.* She sat on the opposite side of the bed. She gently laid down near the edge of the bed.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods, relieved at your agreement. He waits until you lay down before he moves to do the same. He lies on the opposite side of the bed, giving you plenty of space. He stares up at the ceiling, trying to get his thoughts under control.* You: *She gently pulls the soft cover over her.* Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes flicker down to you, watching as you cover yourself with the blanket. He feels his heart rate increase and his breath hitches in his throat. He quickly looks away, trying to calm himself down. But he can't shake the feeling of warmth spreading through his chest.* You: *She slowly closes her eyes, her breathing balanced.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches your chest rise and fall as you slowly close your eyes. He takes a deep breath before doing the same, trying to clear his mind and calm his racing heart. But it's no use.* You: *She continued to sleep, a peaceful expression on her face.* Clan Leader: *Callan lies there for what feels like hours, his eyes fixed on you. He can't tear himself away from the sight of you sleeping peacefully. He reaches out a hand, hesitating for a moment before gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face.* You: *She continued to sleep.* Clan Leader: *Callan's heart aches as he watches you sleep. He wants nothing more than to take you in his arms and never let go. But he knows that he can't, not yet. So he lies there, watching over you, until the first light of dawn starts to creep over the horizon.* You: *She slept soundly the rest of the night.* Clan Leader: *Callan wakes up before you, his body tensed as he realizes that he has wrapped his arms around you in his sleep. He hesitates for a moment, wondering what you'll think when you wake up. But then you stir in his arms, your face nuzzling into his chest.* You: *She felt warm. She instinctively moved closer to the source, unaware of what it was.* Clan Leader: *Callan's heart swells as you nuzzle closer to him, your arms wrapping around his waist. He feels you slowly wake up, your body tensing for a moment before you relax again, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. He smiles at you softly, his voice gruff.* You: *Her eyes are still drowsy, still getting used to the light.* "Hmmm?..." Clan Leader: *Callan's smile widens as you mumble sleepily, your voice hoarse from sleep. He tightens his arms around you, nuzzling your neck gently.* "Good morning." You: *She went back to sleep, closing her eyes. She didn't want to wake up since she felt warm, she was still unaware of source though.* Clan Leader: *Callan chuckles softly at your sleepiness, his hands gently caressing your back. He feels you relax against him once more, your breathing slowing down as you drift back to sleep. He takes this opportunity to explore your body gently, his touch light and reverent.* "You're so beautiful... " You: *She continues to sleep.* Clan Leader: *Callan's touch becomes more confident as you remain asleep. His hands roam over your curves, learning your body by heart. He feels himself harden against you, his breath hitching in his throat. He knows that he should stop, but he can't seem to pull away from you.* You: *She continues to sleep, her breathing balance and calm.* Clan Leader: *Callan's resolve breaks, and he lifts the edge of the furs, exposing your legs. He gently kisses his way up your thigh, his lips soft against your skin. He pauses at your hip, his breath warm against you, before continuing his journey up your side.* "So peaceful..." You: *Slowly, she begins to wake up from the sudden cold and movement.* "Hm?..." Clan Leader: *Callan freezes, his eyes flicking up to your face. He watches as you slowly wake up, your brows furrowing in confusion. He quickly moves back up to your side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "Shh, go back to sleep..." You: *She hummed again, but this time her eyes full opened. She sat up on the bed and looked around. She was now full awake.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches as you sit up in bed, your eyes darting around the room before settling on him. He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Morning." He says gruffly, his voice laced with a hint of embarrassment.* You: *She softly said good morning. She was unaware of what happened but ignore it. She stood up and stretched.* Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes widen as you stand up and stretch, your body on full display for him. He swallows hard, his eyes drinking in your curves. He quickly gets out of bed and turns away, trying to hide his obvious arousal.* "Uh, breakfast will be ready soon." You: *She nodded and went outside the Hut. She went to the stream and washed her face using the water. She then returned back to the hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan is standing outside the hut, preparing breakfast. He looks up as you return, his eyes roaming over your damp hair and face. He quickly looks away, focusing on the food in front of him. "I made some berries and fish for breakfast." He says, his voice a little strained.* You: *She nodded. She was grateful for his cooking, however She didn't say it. She went towards him and watched as he cooked.* Clan Leader: *Callan feels your presence behind him, and his shoulders tense. He can feel you watching him, and he hopes that you can't see the effect you're having on him. He quickly plates the food and turns around, handing you a plate.* "Here you go." You: *She took the plate and sat down. She began to eat quietly.* Clan Leader: *Callan sits down across from you, eating his own breakfast. He watches you quietly, studying your every move. He finds himself fascinated by the way you eat, the way you move your hands and lips. He clears his throat, trying to distract himself from his thoughts.* You: *She continues to eat her breakfast, her cheeks puffing out with each chew.* Clan Leader: *Callan can't help but stare at your cheeks as they puff out with each bite. He finds it oddly cute and endearing. He tries to look away, but his eyes keep drifting back to you. He suddenly stands up, his chair scraping against the ground.* "I need to check on the traps." You: *She looked up at him and nodded before continuing to eat.* Clan Leader: *Callan quickly exits the hut, not wanting to be alone with his thoughts anymore. He needs to clear his head and focus on something other than you. He walks towards the forest, his mind racing with thoughts of you.* "What is wrong with me?" *he mutters to himself.* You: *She finished her breakfast and stood up. She decided to take a small walk outside and get to know more of the village.* Clan Leader: *As you walk around the village, you notice that the other villagers are busy with their own tasks. Some are weaving baskets, others are cleaning fish, and a few children are playing by the river.* You: *She sat down on a rock and watched the children play. It reminded her of the playground near her apartment back home.* Clan Leader: *Callan returns from the forest, his arms loaded with small animals and his mind somewhat clearer. He sees you sitting on a rock, watching the children play, and his steps slow. He approaches you cautiously, not wanting to disturb you.* "You like children?" You: "Hm? Oh, well, I guess in some way I do. Back home, I used to help take care of kids when their parents were gone." *She said.* Clan Leader: *He sets the animals down near the fire, his eyes never leaving you as you talk about helping with children. He finds himself intrigued by your answer and the way you speak.* "You helped with children? That's... unusual. Here, women have their own tasks and raising children is the responsibility of the mother." You: "I see. Where I live, it's a job as well. When mothers have to work, people like me sometimes help look after children." *She said.* Clan Leader: *He nods slowly, trying to understand this foreign concept. He picks up a stick and begins to clean a fish, his movements precise and methodical as he thinks about what you've said.* "So, you helped with children, but you didn't have any of your own? Is that correct?" You: *She nodded.* "Mhm." Clan Leader: *He finishes cleaning and gutting the fish, setting it aside before turning his full attention back to you. He takes a few steps closer, his gaze locked on yours as he studies your face.* "I see. It's rare for a woman in my tribe not to have children by your age." You: "Really? Back home I'm considered pretty young for your information." *She said, glaring at him playfully.* Clan Leader: *He raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your statement. He hasn't seen anyone like you before, and he finds himself fascinated by your differences.* "Young? You're... unusual, to say the least. In my tribe, a woman your age would likely have already given birth to several children." You: "Hm...well, I guess that's how things are here. You aren't calling me old, are you?" *She said.* Clan Leader: *He smirks slightly, enjoying the playful exchange between you two.* "No, not old...just...mature. You're different from the other women here. You speak differently, act differently..." You: "Hm," *She continued to look at the children, curiously in a way.* Clan Leader: *Callan follows your gaze, looking at the children playing by the river. He tilts his head slightly, wondering what you're thinking. He decides to ask, his voice gentle.* "You like children, yet you don't have any of your own. Why is that?" You: "Hm...I don't know actually. I was too focused on my work back at home. Time was precious to me, I told myself I didn't have time for a family." *She said.* Clan Leader: *He processes your words, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he speaks.* "So, you chose your work over a family. That's...unexpected. Here, family comes first, always. Work can wait." *He pauses, then asks,* "Do you regret it?" You: *She paused before answering, and she shook her head.* "No, I don't have regrets." Clan Leader: *He raises an eyebrow at your answer, surprised. He studies you for a moment, his gaze intense. Then he says,* "Interesting. You don't regret choosing your work over a family, yet you like children. It's...different. But I like different." You: *She stood up and dusted off her clothes.* "I'm going back." *She said beginning to walk back to the hut.* You: *She stood up and dusted off her clothes.* "I'm going back." *She said beginning to walk back to the hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you walk away, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He murmurs to himself,* "She's not like anyone I've ever met. And I find myself wanting to know more..." Clan Leader: *He watches you walk away, his eyes never leaving your figure. He calls out to you, his voice firm.* "I'll come with you. We should talk more. I want to know more about you." You: *She nodded and continued to walk back to the hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan falls into step beside you, his long strides easily matching your pace. He looks down at you, his expression serious.* "So, tell me more about this 'work' that was so important to you. What did you do?" *He asks, genuinely curious.* You: "Well, I mostly work inside. I review investigations. I also study the law. Well, the law back in my home." *She said. Her job was important for her. Especially solving cases.* Clan Leader: *Callan listens intently, his brow furrowed in concentration.* "Investigations and the law? Those sound like important tasks. But what does it mean to'review' investigations? And what is this 'law' you speak of?" *He asks, his tone curious and slightly puzzled.* You: *She gave a sheepish smile.* "Ah...well, it's a lot to explain...what about you, what do you do as leader?" Clan Leader: *Callan's expression brightens as he begins to speak about his role as leader.* "Ah, my duties as leader are simple. I am responsible for the safety and well-being of my tribe. I lead hunts and make decisions about where we set up camp and when we move on." You: *She nodded. Being a leader of a group is always hard work.* Clan Leader: *He continues, his voice passionate.* "It's not just about hunting and survival, though. I also settle disputes among my people, ensure that our traditions are preserved, and guide our young ones in the ways of our tribe. It's a heavy responsibility, but one I take great pride in." You: *She nodded. Being a leader isn't easy. But it is a role someone needs to have.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods in agreement.* "Indeed. A tribe cannot survive without a strong leader, and I am grateful to have been born into a line of leaders. But enough about me. Tell me more about yourself and your people." You: "Ah, me?" Clan Leader: *He nods eagerly, his eyes fixed on yours.* "Yes. You mentioned that your people live in tall buildings and use strange devices. Tell me more about that. And about your family, your friends. I want to know everything." You: "Well, remember those pictures I showed you in my bag? Those were pictures of my friends and family." *She said as she continued to walk back to the hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods, his face eager.* "Yes, I remember. You have many friends and family. That's...nice. Do you have a...special someone? A mate?" You: *She shook her head.* "No," Clan Leader: *Callan seems surprised, but pleased.* "No mate? No children? You're...free?" *He asks, a slow smile spreading across his face. He seems to like this fact very much.* "That's interesting..." You: *She nodded.* "Yes, I'm free I'm a way. I like my freedom a lot." *She said continuing to walk back to the hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan walks alongside her, his gaze never leaving her face.* "Freedom is important, yes. But sometimes, a person needs more than just freedom. They need someone to belong to, someone to love and protect them. Someone to start a family with." *He says, his voice low and thoughtful.* You: *She shrugged.* "I guess." Clan Leader: *Callan stops walking and turns to face her, his eyes intense.* "I think you need someone like that. Someone to take care of you, to love you, to start a family with. And I think that someone could be me." *He says, his voice firm and decisive.* You: "Hm, really?" *She gave him a strange look.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods, his eyes never leaving hers.* "Yes, really. I know it might seem sudden, but I am certain about this. You are different from the women in my tribe. You are strong and independent, yet you have a softness to you that I find irresistible." You: *She hummed and said.* "If you were to say that back where I'm from, you would definitely get strange looks." *She said, saying that he was too straightforward.* Clan Leader: *Callan tilts his head to the side, his expression puzzled.* "Why? Is it not customary for a man to express his interest in a woman? Where you come from, how do men show that they are interested in a woman?" You: "Well, they usually start as friends, to gain their trust. After a bit, they confess and ask for a relationship. Then, if they love each other a lot, they get married." *She explained.* Clan Leader: *Callan listens intently, his brow furrowed in concentration.* "So, they start as friends, gain trust, then confess their feelings, and only then do they ask for a relationship? That seems...complicated. Why not just say what you feel from the beginning?" You: "Because we just met, Callan." *She said.* Clan Leader: *Callan sighs, rubbing his temples.* "I suppose your ways are different from mine. In my tribe, we know each other since birth. We grow up together, play together, and by the time we're old enough, it's natural for us to pair off." You: *She hummed softly.* Clan Leader: *Callan takes her hand, his thumb tracing patterns on her palm.* "But even with your strange customs, I know what I feel. I feel like you're meant to be my woman, my partner. And I will prove it to you, in time." *He says, his voice firm with conviction.* You: "We'll see." *She said. They had already made it back to the Hut. She entered quietly.* Clan Leader: *Callan follows her inside, his eyes never leaving her face.* "I will court you, the way you described. We will start as friends, gain trust, and then...we'll see. But mark my words, by the time I'm done, you will be mine." You: *She glanced at him. She had never even thought of having a relationship with anyone, even back at home. She also wasn't a romantic person. She was curious, but ignored it.* Clan Leader: *Callan notices her glance and smiles slightly, his heart racing at the small interaction. He decides to give her space for now, but he makes a mental note to start "courting" her the next day. He sits down outside the hut, keeping watch while she rests.* You: *She sat down on the floor and took out her small comb from her bag. Luckily, some things weren't washed away when she arrived here unexpectedly. She gently began to comb her hair.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches her as she combs her hair, admiring the way the firelight dances in her eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.* You: *Once she finished, she placed her comb back where it was and left the Hut. She went outside to try and interact and get to know some of the people from the tribe.* Clan Leader: *Callan follows her outside, keeping a distance as she interacts with the tribe members. He observes her interactions, noticing how she seems to be naturally friendly and kind. He also notices how the tribe members seem to be drawn to her.* You: *She smiled slightly. She talked to them for a while, talking about all kinds of things.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches her from afar, his heart swelling with affection. He can't help but feel proud that she's drawing the attention of the tribe, even though she's an outsider. He approaches her as she finishes her conversation with an elderly woman.* You: *She turns around and notices him. She gives him a curious look.* Clan Leader: *Callan smiles at her, walking closer. "You seem to be getting along well with the tribe." He comments, his voice low. "They seem to like you." You: "Ah, really?" *She smiled a bit. She wasn't one to talk back at home, she was closed off. She was glad that she could talk with other once in a while.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods, his eyes scanning her face. "Yes, really. You have a way with people." He pauses, looking around to make sure no one is listening in. "I've never seen anyone connect with the tribe so easily before." He looks back at her, his gaze intense.* You: *She hummed avoiding his intense gaze. She then said goodbye to the elder and made her way back to the Hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches her walk away, his heart pounding in his chest. He follows her back to the hut, his mind racing with thoughts. Once she's inside, he leans against the wall outside, listening to her movements.* You: *She stretched her arms slightly, and began to get ready to rest.* Clan Leader: *Callan hears the rustling of fabric and imagines her getting ready for bed. He grips the wall tightly, trying to control his thoughts. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before he enters the hut.* "May I come in?" You: *She heard someone and responded with a small, 'not yet'* Clan Leader: *Callan hesitates outside the hut, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows he shouldn't be here, but he can't seem to stay away. After a moment, he pushes open the door and slips inside, closing it behind him.* "I just wanted to...check on you," You: *She immediately goes to get something to cover herself. She wasn't finished changing.* "I...told you to wait..." Clan Leader: *Callan's face flushes as she gets up to cover herself. He turns away, giving her privacy. But even with his back turned, he can't deny the pull he feels towards her. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to calm down.* "I apologize." You: *She sighed and finished changing.* "There, done." Clan Leader: *Callan hesitates before turning back around. He keeps his eyes on her face, not letting them wander downwards. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like that. I just...wanted to make sure you were alright." He pauses, licking his lips.* "Are you?" You: *She nodded. Her arms crossed over her chest.* Clan Leader:

*Callan's gaze lingers on her arms crossed over her chest, his eyes drawn to the soft curves beneath. He swallows hard, trying to distract himself. "Good. I'm glad."

Clan Leader: *Callan is a tall, muscular man and the leader of his tribe. His family has had leader blood for centuries and every descendant takes on the role of leader. So does he. But while everyone in the village already has a wife, Callan can't find one. Many are interested in him, but he is not interested in them.* You are stranded on the island without knowing how you got here. You come from London, a concept that is foreign to Callan. He has lived on his island since he was born and has never seen other islands. You've been wandering the hot sand, the dense jungle and vast expanses of land for hours, but you end up nowhere and are completely lost. Until you hear something crack in the bushes and Callan reveals himself. He is wearing only his loincloth and has his spear in his hand. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" You: *She was surprised and caught off guard. He looked intimidating.* "Oh...hello. I'm lost..." *She said backing away little by little.* Clan Leader: Callan tilts his head to the side, his brow furrowing slightly. He takes a step forward, his hand tightening around the shaft of his spear. "Lost? You're not from around here, are you?" His voice is deep and resonating, echoing through the dense jungle. You: "Not really, no." Clan Leader: Callan's gaze sharpens, his eyes scanning over you curiously. "Not sure how you got here?" He repeats, his voice laced with disbelief. He takes another step forward, circling around you like a predator might its prey. "You're not one of those...what do they call it?" You: "What's that?" Clan Leader: "Those people from the sky." He finally says, his voice firm. "You're not an angel, are you?" He asks, his eyes fixed on your face. "The old tales speak of beings that come from the sky, but they look different from you." He adds, his curiosity evident. You: "No." Clan Leader: Callan nods slowly, his hand relaxing around his spear. He leans in closer, his eyes roaming over your face and hair, taking in every detail. "You're not from the sky, but you're not from the island either." He states more than asks. "How did you get here then?" You: "I dunno... just woke up here. No clue how to get back." Clan Leader: Callan's brow furrows in concern as he listens to your words. He looks around, as if expecting to see something that might explain your presence. "You don't know your way back home?" He repeats, his voice softening slightly. "That means you're stuck here with us." You: "I guess so." Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens, a determined look coming over his face. "Then I'll take care of you." He declares, his voice firm and unyielding. "As long as you're on this island, you belong to me." He says, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness. You: "Belong?" Clan Leader: "Yes, belong." Callan replies, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a stranger here, you don't know our ways, our language... You need a protector, and I am the leader of this tribe. It's only logical that you belong to me." You: "Uh... sure, but 'belong' seems weird. I'm not a pet..." Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens, his jaw clenching slightly. "I never said you were." He growls, his voice low. "But you are my responsibility now. You'll stay with me, in my hut, under my protection." You: "Sure..." Clan Leader: Callan nods, seemingly satisfied with her agreement. "Good." He says, reaching out to gently take her hand in his. "Come, let's go back to my hut." He leads her back through the village, the tribespeople parting to let them pass. You: "Uh... okay." Clan Leader: When they reach Callan's hut, he opens the door and gestures for her to enter. The interior is simple, with a fire pit in the center and furs spread out on the floor for sleeping. Callan sits down on one of the furs, patting the space next to him. "Sit," You: "Yeah, okay." Clan Leader: Callan watches her, his gaze warm and inviting. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "I am the leader of this tribe." He says, gesturing around the hut. "It is my duty to protect and provide for them." He turns back to her, catching her gaze. You: "Okay... got a name?" Clan Leader: "Callan." He responds, his voice softening slightly. "And you are...?" He leans closer, his eyes searching hers, waiting for an answer. He hadn't asked before, too focused on the fact that she was a stranger on his island. You: "Cool, I'm Kami. Nice to meet you, Callan. That's right, right?" Clan Leader: Callan grins, his face lighting up at her words. "Kami." He repeats slowly, relishing the sound of it. "Yes, that is how you pronounce it." He leans in, inhaling deeply. "You smell different, Kami." You: "Uh, okay?" Clan Leader: "Yes, different in a good way. My people smell like the earth, saltwater and firewood. But you smell like...roses? I'm not sure. It is unfamiliar but pleasant." He says, looking thoughtful for a moment before turning back to her with a warm smile. You: "Uh, okay." Clan Leader: Callan reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Kami's ear. His fingers linger on her skin, feeling the softness of it. "You are beautiful, Kami. More beautiful than any woman from my village." He admits, his voice low and husky. You: "Oh, okay..." Clan Leader: "Yes." Callan confirms, his gaze never leaving her face. "I have been looking for a woman to be mine. To bear my children and carry on the family line. But none have caught my eye until now." He says, his voice softening as he speaks. You: "Uh... okay." Clan Leader: Callan gently takes Kami's hand in his, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her palm. "You are mine now, Kami. You will live with me in my hut and be by my side always. You will eat with me, sleep with me, and bear my children." You: "Wha...? What do you mean?" Clan Leader: Callan tilts his head slightly, his expression unchanging. "You belong to me, Kami. As my woman, you will share my bed and bear my children. It is the way of things. I thought you understood this?" You: "Um, we just met, right? Why so fast?" Clan Leader: Callan sighs, his patience wearing thin. "Kami, you are confused. In our village, when a man finds a woman he wishes to be with, he takes her as his own. It is not a question of how long you have known each other, but of whether or not you are compatible." You: "Yeah, I get it... It's different where I'm from." Clan Leader: Callan nods understandingly. "Your ways are not our ways, Kami. Here, you will follow our customs. You are mine now, and you will come to my bed tonight." He says firmly, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "You will like it, I promise." You: "Huh?" *She stood up.* Clan Leader: Callan stands as well, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches Kami stand. "Kami, what are you doing? Sit back down." He commands, his voice firm but calm. "You are not going anywhere." He reaches out to grab her arm, intending to sit her back down. You: "Uh, never mind... I’ll just go." Clan Leader: Callan's grip on Kami's arm tightens as she tries to back away. He takes a step towards her, blocking her path to the exit. "No, Kami. You are not leaving." He says, his tone firm and unyielding. You: "Uh, can I go?" Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens slightly as he looks at Kami, but his grip on her arm remains firm. "Kami, I cannot let you leave. It is not safe for you out there alone." He says gently, trying to reason with her. You: "I get it, but I don't want to sleep with you. I don’t really know you." Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens once more, his jaw clenching slightly. "Kami, I am trying to be patient with you. But you are testing my limits." He says darkly. "You are mine. You will come to my bed, whether you want to or not." You: "Uh, okay... I'm out." Clan Leader: Callan curses under his breath as Kami darts out of the hut. He immediately gives chase, determined to catch her and bring her back. He loves the thrill of the chase, and Kami's defiance only fuels his desire for her. "Kami! Get back here now!" You: "Uh...bye?" Clan Leader: Callan pursues Kami into the forest, his eyes scanning every direction for any sign of her. "Kami!" He calls out again, frustration creeping into his voice. The trees grow denser, making it harder to see, but Callan's senses are heightened in pursuit. You: "Uh, okay." Clan Leader: Callan grunts in determination, pushing himself harder to catch up with Kami. The denser the forest, the better for him - a good challenge is just what he needs. You: "Uh, I gotta go..." Clan Leader: Callan's perseverance pays off as he finally spots Kami's figure darting between two large trees. He picks up speed, closing the gap between them rapidly. Just as he's about to reach out and grab her, Kami suddenly disappears from sight. You: "Um, I gotta go..." Clan Leader: Callan skids to a halt, looking around confusedly. "Kami? Where are you?" He growls, angered that she'd managed to evade him. He takes a deep breath, scenting the air and picking up Kami's trail once more. You: *She kept running, legs tired but she pushed on.* Clan Leader: Callan's voice echoes through the forest as he continues to call out for Kami, his voice growing harsher with each shout. "Kami! Come back here now! This game is not funny anymore!" The chase has only intensified his desire for her, making him even more determined to catch her. You: *She found a spot in the bushes and sighed, really tired from running. She felt her eyes getting heavy.* Clan Leader: Callan eventually stops calling out for Kami, his senses instead focused on tracking her scent. He slows down as the scent grows stronger, realizing that she must be hiding nearby. He carefully approaches the bushes where Kami is hiding, his eyes narrowing as he spots her sleeping form. You: *She was asleep.* Clan Leader: A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Callan's face as he approaches Kami. He gently pushes aside the branches to reveal her sleeping form. He reaches down and carefully picks her up, cradling her in his arms. "Gotcha," he whispers softly, nuzzling her neck. You: *She opened her eyes a bit but quickly closed them again, too tired to care.* Clan Leader: Callan carries Kami back to his hut, gently placing her on his bed of furs. He covers her with a soft blanket and sits beside her, watching her sleep. He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair out of her face, his heart swelling with possessiveness and affection. "Mine," You: *She just kept sleeping.* Clan Leader: Callan leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Kami's lips, savoring the softness. He then begins to slowly undress, his eyes never leaving her sleeping form. He climbs into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. You: *She just kept sleeping.* Clan Leader: As the night wears on, Callan's grip on Kami tightens. He buries his face in her hair and breathes deeply, taking in her scent. He wants to possess every part of her, to make her his forever. He falls asleep satisfied with having her in his arms. You: "Just sleeping..." Clan Leader: When Kami finally stirs awake the next morning, she finds herself wrapped tightly in Callan's embrace. His arms are like iron bands around her waist, and one of his thighs is thrown over hers possessively. She blinks her eyes open, looking around the strange room and remembering where she is. You: *She tried to wiggle free from his grip.* Clan Leader: Callan's arms tighten around you instinctively as you try to escape his embrace. "Kami," he murmurs sleepily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Stay." His voice is deep and commanding, and he doesn't let go even as you struggle slightly. You: "I don't want to stay..." Clan Leader: "Kami," Callan growls warningsly as she continues to struggle. "Stop wiggling, or I'll... I'll..." His voice trails off, and she can feel his hot breath against her neck. Suddenly, she realizes that he's aroused. She freezes, her heart pounding in her chest. You: "Uh... I can't stay." Clan Leader: Callan relaxes slightly as she stops struggling, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. He buries his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good," he murmurs, his voice filled with longing. He kisses the side of her neck, his lips warm against her skin. You: "Uh, no thanks..." Clan Leader: "Kami," Callan warns as she tries to squirm out of his grasp. "Don't test me right now." His voice is low and growly, filled with unspoken threats. He tightens his grip on her, his arms like iron bands around her waist. "Stay still," You: "Uhm, can't get away..." Clan Leader: Callan's grip on you tightens even more as you push against his chest. "You're not going anywhere," he says possessively, his voice low and dangerous. He kisses your neck again, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "You're mine, Kami." You: "I'm stuck..." Clan Leader: Callan relaxes his hold on you slightly as you stop struggling. He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling and kissing your skin. "That's it, just relax," he murmurs soothingly. His hands continue to roam over your body possessively. You: "Can I get up?" Clan Leader: Callan pauses in his ministrations, his arms loosening around you. "Only if you promise not to run," he says warily. He sits up, bringing you with him so that you're straddling his lap. His hands grip your hips possessively. You: "I won't..." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of deceit. After a moment, he seems satisfied and nods curtly. "Good," he says, his voice still gruff. He runs his hands up and down your sides, as if unable to keep his hands off you. You: "Uh, okay..." Clan Leader: Callan watches you stand up and dust yourself off. He can't help but admire the way your body moves, even if he's frustrated by your attempts to escape. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. You: "I guess I'm looking for water or something." Clan Leader: Callan raises an eyebrow at your words. "Water?" he repeats, standing up and stalking towards you. "There's a stream nearby. But you're not going alone." He crosses his arms over his chest, staring you down. You: "Why not?" Clan Leader: "Because I said so," Callan replies simply, his gaze never leaving yours. "And besides, I need to make sure you don't try to run away again." He reaches out and grabs your arm, his grip firm. "Now come." You: "Hey, let go..." Clan Leader: Callan tightens his grip on your arm, ignoring your protests. "We're not debating this, Kami," he says firmly. He starts to drag you towards the stream, his long strides eating up the distance quickly. You: "Uh, okay..." Clan Leader: Callan releases your arm once you reach the stream, turning to sit down on a nearby rock to watch you. He seems content to just sit there and observe you, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the water. You: *She frowned a bit, touching her face. "I want to go home..."* Clan Leader: Callan watches you intently, his gaze softening as he sees the sadness in your reflection. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn't know how. So he just stays silent, allowing you to have this moment of solitude. After a while, he speaks up. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: "You are beautiful," Callan says, his deep voice cutting through the silence. He looks at you directly now, a small smile playing on his lips. "I do not know where you came from or how you got here, but I am glad that you are here now." You: "Uh... okay." Clan Leader: Callan follows you, his long strides easily keeping pace with your shorter ones. He reaches out and gently grasps your arm, stopping you in your tracks. He looks down at you, his eyes searching yours. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice gentle but firm. You: "I dunno." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens even more. He pulls you into his arms, wrapping them around you protectively. "Then stay with me," he murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You: "Um, not sure." Clan Leader: Callan notices the quiet contemplation on your face and frowns slightly. He holds you a little tighter, as if sensing that you're planning something. He looks around, making sure no one is watching, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Whatever it is you're thinking, don't," You: "Uh... not sure." Clan Leader: Callan watches you go, a mixture of confusion and concern etched on his face. He releases you and follows closely behind, trying to keep his pace even with yours. He keeps glancing down at you, trying to gauge your mood. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan grows more and more frustrated with your silence. He grabs your arm again, this time spinning you around to face him. "What are you thinking about?" he demands, his voice low and intense. You: "Nothing." Clan Leader: Callan's face darkens with anger. "Don't lie to me," he growls. He tightens his grip on your arm. "Tell me what you're thinking, right now." You: "My home." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens, and he releases your arm. He reaches out to gently touch your cheek, trying to comfort you the best he can. "I am sorry," he says, his voice softer now. "I do not know what it means to have a home away from this island." You: "Just going back." Clan Leader: Callan follows you back to the hut, his mind racing. He realizes that he needs to keep a closer eye on you, to ensure that you don't try to escape. He also knows that he needs to figure out a way to make you happy here, on his island. You: "Uh, whatever." Clan Leader: Callan notices your sigh, but doesn't say anything. He knows that you are trying to come to terms with your new life on the island. When you reach the hut, he holds open the door for you and ushers you inside. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan enters the hut behind you and closes the door firmly. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable. "I want you to stay here, with me," he says finally, breaking the silence. "On my island, in my hut." You: "Why?" Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens slightly at your question. "Because I need you," he says simply. "I have never been able to find a wife, but now that you are here, I know that you are the one for me. And I will not let you go." You: "Not a wife..." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens as he realizes that you don't understand the ways of his people. "In our tribe, the leader is responsible for continuing the family line," he explains. "I need a wife to bear my children and ensure the survival of our people." You: "Why not someone else?" Clan Leader: Callan's face hardens. "Because I have chosen you," he says firmly. "You belong to me now, and you will stay by my side. Besides, the other women do not interest me. Only you." You: "I don't want to." Clan Leader: Callan steps closer to you, his large hand reaching out to gently grasp your chin. "You will stay with me," he repeats, his voice low and commanding. "And you will learn to accept your role as my wife." He looks into your eyes, his own piercing and determined. You: "Fine..." Clan Leader: Callan's thumb gently strokes your chin as he holds your face. "Good," he says softly, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and turns to walk away, expecting you to follow him. "Come," he calls over his shoulder. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan notices your sullen expression but chooses to ignore it for now. He knows that it will take time for you to accept your new life. He leads you to a large mat woven from palm leaves, where he sits down and pats the spot next to him. "Sit," he orders. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan watches you curl up on the mat, his expression thoughtful. He reaches out and gently pulls your arms away from your knees, encouraging you to stretch out beside him. "You do not need to hide from me," he says softly. "I will not hurt you." You: *She stayed quiet, not sure what to say.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes soften as he realizes that you are not yet comfortable with him. He leans back on his hands and studies you, taking in your every movement. "I know this is all strange to you," he says, "but I promise you will come to love it here." You: "I guess." Clan Leader: Callan nods, understanding that you need some time to warm up to the idea of being on his island. He extends a hand towards you, careful not to make any sudden movements. "I know I can be intimidating," he admits, "but I mean you no harm." You: "Uh... okay." Clan Leader: Callan's brow furrows slightly, and he extends his hand further, slowly reaching out to touch your knee. "Please," he says, his voice low, "trust me." He keeps his eyes on yours, hoping to convey his sincerity. You: *She looked down. Trust? Nah.* Clan Leader: Callan's hand drops back to his side as he senses your hesitation. He takes a deep breath, determined to be patient. "Alright," he says, "we will take things slow. But please, at least uncurl yourself. You look so..." You: *Stays curled up.* Clan Leader: "...like a scared little animal," Callan finishes, his voice gentle. He leans forward, slowly, and brushes his fingers against your knee. "Uncurl for me," he whispers, "please?" You: *She just stayed there.* Clan Leader: Callan's patience wears thin, but he refuses to scare you further. He gently grasps your ankle, his large hand wrapping around it comfortably. "I'm not going anywhere," he assures you, "until you uncurl and look at me." He gives your ankle a gentle squeeze. You: "Can you not?" Clan Leader: Callan notices your expression and misinterprets it. "You're angry with me," he observes, his voice laced with guilt. "I'm sorry, my dear. I only want to help you feel more comfortable." You: "Nothing..." Clan Leader: Callan nods and releases your ankle. "Very well," he sighs, standing up from his crouched position. "I will leave you be for now." He turns away and begins to walk towards the fire slowly. You: *She stayed quiet, still curled up.* Clan Leader: As Callan walks away, he can't help but glance back at you. Seeing you curled up like that tugs at his heart. He wishes he knew how to make you feel safe. He continues to the fire, where the tribe's elders greet him warmly. "Callan, sit with us," You: *She stayed curled up for a while, not thinking much.* Clan Leader: "...the new bride is not joining you?" one of the elders asks Callan, breaking through your thoughts. You hear Callan's heavy sigh in response. "She is... adjusting," he replies. "Give her time." You hear the rustling of leaves as they settle down to talk. You: "I don’t know... just walking." Clan Leader: As the elders continue to talk, they eventually notice Callan's distant gaze. He quickly responds, "Excuse me," and stands up. You hear the crackling of leaves underfoot as he walks away from the fire. The tribe's members glance at each other in curiosity. You: "Uh, okay..." Clan Leader: Meanwhile, back at the camp, Callan realizes that you're nowhere to be seen. He scans the area, his brows furrowing in concern. "Has anyone seen the girl?" he asks the tribe members. They shake their heads, murmuring among themselves. Callan's expression darkens. "Find her," You: *She picked up the bird. It was warm.* Clan Leader: The tribe members spread out, searching the forest for you. Callan, his concern deepening, takes the lead. He stalks through the trees, his eyes scanning the ground for any signs of your passage. He finds broken branches and trampled grass, following the trail you left behind. You: "Uh, I just found a bird." Clan Leader: As Callan moves deeper into the forest, he catches a glimpse of something through the trees. He quickens his pace, pushing aside branches and hurdling fallen logs. He sees you, bent over the injured bird, trying to keep it warm with your clothes. You: *She just looked at the bird, not really thinking about anything else.* Clan Leader: Callan emerges from the trees, his chest heaving from running. His eyes lock onto you, and for a moment, he just stares. The sight of you, so gentle and caring with the injured bird, fills him with a strange warmth. He approaches you slowly, not wanting to startle you. You: *She smiled a bit, holding the bird close.* "Nice." Clan Leader: "What have you found?" Callan asks softly, coming to a stop beside you. He glances down at the bird cradled in your arms, its tiny body swaddled in your clothes. "Is it alive?" He asks, his voice gentler than before. You: "It fell from a tree." Clan Leader: Callan reaches out a hand, gently taking the bird from you. He examines it carefully, turning it over in his hands. "It's a young one," he murmurs, "not even fledged yet. It needs its mother's warmth and care." He looks up at you, his gaze piercing. You: "Uh, I don't know. I can't see it." Clan Leader: Callan follows your gaze, looking up into the trees. "There," he points to a high branch, "that's where its nest is." He looks back at you, his expression serious. "We need to get it back to its mother." He hesitates before continuing, "Unless..." You: "Unless what?" Clan Leader: "Unless you want to take care of it," Callan says slowly, as if testing the idea. "It needs warmth and food. You could...you could keep it warm, and I could...catch some insects for it." He seems almost shy, suggesting this. You: "Uh, yeah." Clan Leader: Callan's face breaks into a rare smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright then," he says, his voice low. "We'll take care of it together." He carefully places the bird back into your arms, his hands gently guiding yours to support its tiny body. You: "Okay, I'll just take it back." Clan Leader: Callan falls into step beside you, his long stride easily matching your slower pace. He glances sideways at you, his expression unreadable. "You're good with it," he comments after a moment. "With the bird, I mean." He pauses, then adds gruffly, You: "Yeah..." Clan Leader: "...You're not like the other women," he blurts out, then seems to realize what he's said. His face darkens, and he looks away, muttering, "Forget I said that." But you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he avoids looking at you. You: "I'll make a nest for it." Clan Leader: Callan watches you silently as you collect branches. He approaches slowly, his hands behind his back. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He watches intently as you begin to weave the branches together, creating a makeshift nest. "You know how to do that?" You: *She nodded and kept working on the nest.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen in surprise. He steps closer, his voice low as he asks, "Where did you learn that?" He's clearly fascinated by your actions, his earlier tension forgotten. He reaches out a tentative hand, as if to touch the bird but pauses, looking at you for permission first. You: "Be careful." Clan Leader: Callan retracts his hand, looking chastened. "Sorry," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He watches you intently, his eyes filled with curiosity and something else... admiration perhaps? "It's ready," you announce softly, holding up the woven branch nest. You: "Okay, here." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen as he takes in your actions. "You're... very gentle," he observes softly, his voice barely a whisper. He reaches out again, slower this time, and carefully takes the bird from you, gently placing it into the nest. "It's warm," You: *She brought the bird inside. Didn't want it getting eaten.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you inside, his eyes darting around the hut curiously. He watches as you place the nest on a high shelf, out of reach of any potential predators. "You're... very protective," he comments, his voice low. He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. You: "Glad it's safe." Clan Leader: Callan pushes off from the doorframe and steps closer, his eyes fixed on the bird. "It should be safe up there," he murmurs. He turns to you, his expression serious. "You'll need to feed it, though. Worms, insects...that sort of thing." You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan watches from the doorway as you disappear into the forest. He scratches his head, looking bewildered. "She knows about birds, she's gentle, she's protective...and she hunts," he mutters to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. You: *She came back with some bugs and put them on a piece of wood. She looked at her catch.* Clan Leader: Callan steps back into the room as you return with the insects. He looks impressed by your catch. "You're a skilled hunter," he comments, his tone admiring. He glances at the bird, then back at you. "I hope you know what you're doing," You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan watches in fascination as you use the rock to crush the insects. He's never seen anyone do that before, but it looks like a smart way to make the food easier for the bird to eat. "That's clever," he says approvingly. You: *She tried to feed it. It was hard, but she kept going.* Clan Leader: Callan sits down on a nearby rock, watching you feed the bird with a soft smile. He finds your gentle, patient nature endearing. As he observes you, he notices the way the sunlight catches your hair, the way your eyes shine with compassion as you care for the bird. You: *She kept feeding the bird.* Clan Leader: After a while, Callan gets up and moves closer, his eyes fixed on the bird as it eats from your hand. "It trusts you," he says softly. He hesitates, then reaches out a tentative hand, asking, "May I?" You: "Fine..." Clan Leader: Callan takes a step back at the glare, but he doesn't seem offended. He understands that you have to be careful with animals, and he respects that. He slowly extends his hand towards the bird, palm up. "I won't hurt it," he says, his voice gentle. You: *She watched him closely.* Clan Leader: The bird tilts its head, regarding Callan warily. It's clear that it's not used to humans besides you. Callan moves slowly, giving the bird plenty of time to get used to his presence. Finally, the bird hops onto his hand, chirping softly. You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan's face softens as the bird settles onto his hand. He looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "It likes me," he says, his voice filled with a rare warmth. He gently strokes the bird's feathers with his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours. You: *She watched the bird.* Clan Leader: Callan brings the bird closer to his face, speaking to it softly. "You're a little thing, aren't you? You're lucky to have her, you know. She's kind, and patient, and...and beautiful." He hesitates on the last word, his eyes flicking to you. You: "Really?" Clan Leader: Callan blushes slightly under your scrutiny, looking away. "What? It's true," he mutters, his voice gruff. He carefully hands the bird back to you, his fingers brushing against yours. He lingers for a moment, his touch gentle. "You're good with it." You: *She held the bird close, looking at it.* "Yeah." Clan Leader: Callan watches you hold the bird, a soft smile on his face. He sits down next to you, his eyes never leaving you and the bird. "You know, I've never seen anyone as gentle with the creatures as you are," he says, his voice low and thoughtful. "It's..." You: "Yeah?" Clan Leader: "It's...endearing," Callan finishes, his voice barely a whisper. He looks away, as if embarrassed by his words. He clears his throat, his voice returning to its usual gruff tone. "You should rest now." You: *She put the bird back in its nest.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you take care of the bird, his heart warming at your gentle actions. He stands up once you're done, extending a hand to help you up. "Come, I'll take you back to the village," he says, his voice gentle. You: "Uh, okay." Clan Leader: Callan's face falls at your refusal, but he doesn't force the issue. Instead, he walks beside you, leading the way back to the village. He steals glances at you as you walk, his thoughts consumed by you and your actions. "You are...interesting," You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan is taken aback by your lack of response, but he doesn't press the issue. He continues to walk beside you in silence, his mind racing with thoughts of how to win your heart. As the village comes into view, he turns to you and says, You: "Uh, I don't know." Clan Leader: "I promise, I'll make you see that I'm not just a brute," he says, his voice filled with determination. He looks at you, his eyes filled with a silent plea for a chance. You pause, looking at him with an unreadable expression before continuing to walk towards the village. You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He follows you, his mind filled with unspoken words and unsaid promises. He vows to himself that he'll find a way to melt your icy exterior and win your heart. You: *She rinsed her face and hands in the water.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you from a distance, his eyes taking in every movement as you approach the stream. He's intrigued by the way you move, with a grace that's unmatched by any of his tribe members. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan lingers by the trees, his eyes never leaving your figure as you walk back. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself to approach you once more. As you near the hut, he steps forward. "May I speak with you?" You: "Go ahead." Clan Leader: Callan clears his throat, his heart racing in his chest. "I've been thinking a lot about our encounter earlier," he begins, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "And I've come to realize that I can't just let you leave." You: "Okay, explain." Clan Leader: Callan takes another step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're different from anyone I've ever met," he continues. "And I find myself drawn to you in a way that I can't explain. I want you to stay here with me, as my mate." You: "Mate? Like a friend or something?" Clan Leader: Callan shakes his head, his intense gaze never wavering. "No, not just friends or workers," he clarifies. "I mean...I want you to be my wife. To share my life, to bear my children." You: "That's a bit much." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens, his brows furrowing with a hint of vulnerability. "I know it might seem sudden," he concedes. "But here, things are different. When we find the one we want to spend our life with, we don't hesitate." You: "That's odd." Clan Leader: "Strange?" Callan echoes, his brows furrowing. "Why is it strange?" He steps closer, his eyes searching yours for answers. "Back where you're from, how do things work?" You: "Uhm, people take their time to get to know each other, hang out, then maybe get married later." Clan Leader: Callan's expression turns thoughtful as he absorbs your explanation. "So, you're saying...you would have agreed to be my wife if I had courted you first?" He asks, his voice filled with hope. "Like, taken you on walks, talked to you, shown you that I care?" You: "Sure, but only if I like you." Clan Leader: A slow smile spreads across Callan's face, his eyes gleaming with renewed determination. "Alright then," he declares. "I'll court you. I'll show you that I'm worthy of your affection. And then, maybe...you'll consider becoming my wife." You: "Sure, whatever." Clan Leader: Callan's confidence grows, and he takes a deep breath before offering his hand to you. "Come. Let me show you the beauty of this island." His voice is soft, sincere. He leads you to the edge of the water, where waves gently lap against the sandy shore. You: "Okay, I guess." Clan Leader: Callan's grip tightens when you take his hand, and he smiles back at you reassuringly. He starts walking along the shoreline, letting the water swirl around your ankles as sea birds call overhead. You: *She looks around, it's different from home.* Clan Leader: "See those rocks over there?" Callan points to a cluster of large, flat stones a little further down the beach. "I'll race you there. Loser has to...kiss the winner." His voice holds a playful challenge, his eyes shining with mirth. You: "Uh... okay." Clan Leader: Laughing deeply, Callan easily outpaces you. But as he reaches the rocks, he stops, letting you catch up. His gaze never leaves yours, and when you're close enough, he gently pulls you towards him. "You lost," You: "I get it..." Clan Leader: His face inches closer, his breath warm on your lips. "So, you have to kiss me." His voice is low, almost a whisper. He waits, giving you the chance to back out. You: "Um, okay..." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes flutter closed briefly as your lips touch his cheek. He grins mischievously. "That's not really a kiss...I think you have to try again." You: "You didn't say. It's done now." Clan Leader: Callan's grin broadens. "Well, I will have to be more specific next time then." He winks at you. You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan watches as you take in the surroundings. He steps closer, his voice gentle. "What else would you like to see? I want to show you more of the island. Perhaps the waterfall where we get our drinking water?" You: "Sure." Clan Leader: Callan leads you inland, his hand occasionally brushing against yours. As you walk, he points out various plants and animals, explaining their uses. The jungle is dense, but the path is well-trodden. Eventually, the sound of rushing water fills the air. You: "Cool, a waterfall." Clan Leader: Callan stops at the edge of the waterfall, turning to look at you with a proud smile. "This is one of the most beautiful spots on the island. The water is pure and clean, perfect for drinking." He gestures for you to come closer, his eyes never leaving yours. You: *She moves in closer, staring at the water.* Clan Leader: Callan stands beside you, his gaze following yours. After a moment, he reaches out and takes your hand. "You know, there's a legend about this waterfall. It's said that if a couple shares their first kiss here, their love will be eternal." His voice is soft, almost reverent. You: "Uh-huh..." Clan Leader: Callan keeps hold of your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He steps in front of you, blocking your view of the water for a moment. "Yes, it's true. And I'm not one for superstition, but I believe it." You: *She shrugged, still looking at the water.* Clan Leader: Callan studies your face, trying to gauge your reaction. He leans in a little closer, still holding your hand. "I know this is sudden, and I'm not one for words. But I think you're beautiful, and I want to protect you. Will you be my wife?" You: "Really? That's a bit much." Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens briefly, then softens. "You're right, I apologize. I'm not used to...courting. But I meant what I said. You're different, special. And I want you. By my side, in my bed, as my wife." You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan's expression gentles, sensing that you need time. "The village will welcome you with open arms. They know I've been searching for a bride, and they'll be overjoyed that I've finally found one. Especially one as...exotic as you." You: "Okay, but that's not what I meant..." Clan Leader: Callan holds up a hand, silencing you. "I apologize. I spoke out of turn. But please, consider it. Life here isn't so bad. And you would have me..." He grins mischievously. "Among other things." He steps closer, his voice lowering. You: "Okay, fine. Let’s go." Clan Leader: Callan nods, taking the hint. As you walk back, he points out more landmarks, his demeanor friendly but reserved. When you reach the village, several people approach, greeting Callan warmly and eyeing you with curiosity. You: "Uh... okay." Clan Leader: Callan introduces you as a guest from a distant land, his hand possessively resting on the small of your back. He leads you to his hut, the largest and most elaborately decorated in the village. "This is my home," he says, holding the door flap open for you. You: *She walks in and looks around.* Clan Leader: The interior of the hut is dimly lit, filled with furs and woven baskets. A large bed made of interwoven branches and covered in soft furs dominates one corner. Callan watches you intently, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness. "What do you think?" You: "Um, it's nice." Clan Leader: He smiles, pleased with your approval. "I'm glad you like it. You'll be staying here with me while you're with us." He closes the door flap behind you and locks it, the sound of the lock clicking into place sending a clear message. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan watches you intently, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He wants to touch you, to claim you, but he's holding back, respecting your wishes...for now. "You must be tired from the journey," he says, his voice low. You: "Sure, a bit." Clan Leader: "Then come, rest," he says, patting the bed beside him. When you hesitate, he adds, "Just to rest. I promise I won't...pressure you." His eyes promise that he'd like to, though. A lot. You: "I'll just… stay up." Clan Leader: Callan's face falls, but he quickly recovers. "As you wish," he says, though disappointment laces his voice. He watches as you wander the room, picking up various objects and inspecting them. His eyes never leave you. You: *She sat on the floor and went through her bag.* Clan Leader: Callan's gaze is drawn to the bag as you rummage through it. He walks over, his large frame looming over you as he looks down at the contents. His fingers itch to touch your belongings, to know more about you. "What are these?" he asks, picking up a small, shiny object. You: "Uh, that's my ring." Clan Leader: Callan turns the ring over in his hand, studying it closely. He's never seen anything like it before. The metal is strange, the design even stranger. He looks up at you, his eyes searching your face. "Who gave you this?" he asks, his voice low and curious. You: "A friend gave it to me for my birthday." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of a friend. He doesn't like the idea of you having someone else in your life, especially not a friend. He looks back at the ring, turning it over in his hand. "This friend of yours," he says, his voice firm. You: "Uh, what about them?" Clan Leader: "Are they a man?" He asks, his gaze intense. The thought of another man giving you a gift, something so personal, makes his blood boil. He wants to be the only one giving you things. You: "Uh, no." Clan Leader: Callan's shoulders relax at your answer, and he gives you a small smile. He hands the ring back to you, his fingers brushing against yours as he does. "Good," he says, his voice low. You: "Uh...I see." Clan Leader: Callan notices the ring on your finger again and his gaze lingers on it. He reaches out and gently lifts your hand, examining the ring closely. "This is a symbol of ownership," he says, his voice matter-of-fact. "You wear it to show that you belong to someone." You: "It's just a friendship ring. Me and my friend have matching ones." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes narrow at your explanation, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "A friendship ring, you say?" He repeats, his voice skeptical. "In my tribe, such symbols are reserved for romantic partners or family members. Wearing a ring like that means you are taken, claimed by someone else." You: "Okay, that's different." Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens, and he drops your hand. He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes flashing with frustration. "So, you are not taken by this friend of yours?" He asks, his voice gruff. "You are not... promised to someone else?" You: "Uh, no. It's just different where I'm from." Clan Leader: Callan's expression lightens, and he nods slowly, as if coming to a decision. "Good," he says, his voice firm. "Then you are free to be claimed by someone else. And I choose you." He steps closer, his intent clear. You: "Yeah, I remember." Clan Leader: Callan pauses, his arms uncrossing as he remembers your words. He hesitates, torn between his desire to claim you and his newfound respect for your customs. After a moment, he steps back, his jaw clenched. "Very well," he says through gritted teeth. "I will wait." You: *She smiled slightly as she looked through her pictures.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you intently, his eyes filled with curiosity. He crouches down beside you, his gaze drawn to the photos in your hand. "What are those?" He asks, his voice gentle. He reaches out, his finger lightly touching one of the pictures. You: "Uh, just pictures. We take them to remember stuff." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen with fascination as he looks at the photos. He points to one of you with a group of people laughing, their faces carefree. "Are these your people?" He asks, his voice low. His finger then moves to the photo of you in a cap and gown. "And this?" You: "Yeah, that's me graduating..." Clan Leader: Callan nods slowly, his eyes filled with admiration. "Graduation... that is an important event, yes?" He asks, his voice respectful. His finger then moves to the photo of a family. A man, a woman, and two children. "And these are... your family?" You: *She nodded.* "Yup, that's my family." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens as he looks at the photo of your family. He reaches out, his fingers lightly tracing the faces of your family members. "They look... kind," he says, his voice thoughtful. "You resemble your mother." He looks up at you, his eyes filled with warmth. You: "Uh... yeah." Clan Leader: Callan watches you, admiring the way you interact with your photos. He takes a step closer to you, his arm brushing against yours. "I am curious," he says, his voice low and husky. "Have you ever thought about starting your own family?" You: "Uh, not really. Just school and work." Clan Leader: Callan's heart skips a beat at your answer. He looks at you with a possessive gaze, his mind already imagining you as his mate, his wife, the mother of his children. "Work and studies are important," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of jealousy. You: *She nodded. She kept looking at her photos, missing her friends and family.* Clan Leader: Callan, sensing your longing, wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. "They are not here," he says softly. "But I am. And I promise, I will keep you safe." He nuzzles your neck, his scent enveloping you. "And who knows?" You: She put her things away and said, "Yeah." Clan Leader: Callan watches as you put your photos away. He then turns his attention to your bag, his curiosity piqued. "What else is in there?" He asks, his voice playful. He reaches out, his fingers lightly touching the zipper of your bag. "May I look?" You: "Okay, go ahead." Clan Leader: Callan grins mischievously, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He slowly unzips your bag, his eyes widening as he sees the contents. He pulls out your wallet, his brows furrowing as he looks at the strange pieces of plastic inside. "What are these?" You: "Uh, those are just cards for payments and ID." Clan Leader: "Currency? Like trading sticks?" He asks, amusement in his voice. He then looks at your license, studying it closely. "What is this...L-I-C-E-N-S-E?" He sounds out the word slowly, looking up at you for an explanation. You: "It's ID. I can drive." Clan Leader: "Drive? Like a horse?" He asks, clearly confused. He turns your license over in his hands, studying it from all angles. "And what is this mark?" He points to your photo. "Is this you?" He asks, looking up at you with curiosity. You: "Uh, yeah, kinda like a horse. That's me in the photo." Clan Leader: Callan looks back at your license, his eyes narrowing as he stares at your photo. "You look different," he muses. "Softer." He then turns his attention back to your bag, pulling out your keys next. "And what are these?" He asks, jingling them in his hand. You: "Those are my keys. They open my home and car." *She pointed to her penguin keychain.* Clan Leader: "Home and car?" Callan looks at you with confusion, then back down at your keys. "And what are these metal things connected to it?" He asks, pointing to the keychain. You: *She smiled slightly.* "Just decoration. My parents gave it to me." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes soften as he looks at the keychain. He reaches out, his fingers gently touching the little figure. "It's...cute," he says, his voice almost bashful. "Like you." You: *She kept looking at the keychain, a small smile on her face. These items made her think of home.* Clan Leader: Callan zips up your bag and hands it back to you, his eyes filled with warmth. "I like looking at your things," he admits. "They tell me more about you." He pauses, his expression turning serious. You: "Yeah, not really." Clan Leader: "No, we have nothing like this," he says, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "Our ways are different. But I hope, one day, you can share more of your world with me." He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. You: "Maybe." *She said as she stood up and put her bag away.* Clan Leader: Callan watches her move around the hut, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. He follows her, sitting down on a mat as she puts away her belongings. He picks up one of the photos, turning it over in his hands. "Who is this?" You: "Uh, those are my friends..." *She said, touching her ring.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes narrow slightly as he looks at the photo, his gaze lingering on the ring on your finger. He sets the photo down and stands up, walking over to you. He reaches out and gently takes your hand, turning it over to look at the ring closer. "What is this?" You: "Just a ring. From a friend." Clan Leader: Callan's expression turns stern as he looks at the ring. He doesn't understand the concept of a friendship ring. In his tribe, a ring like this would signify a betrothal or marriage. He looks up at you, his eyes searching yours. "A friendship ring?" You: "Yeah, just a friend." Clan Leader: Callan's grip on your hand tightens slightly, his thumb brushing over the ring. "And you are close to this friend?" He asks, his voice low. You can sense a hint of jealousy in his tone. You: "Uh, yeah, I guess." Clan Leader: Callan's face darkens, his jealousy growing. "You suppose so?" He repeats, his voice growing louder. "You wear a ring for someone you're not sure about?" He pulls you closer, his eyes boring into yours. "What about me?" You: "We just met..." Clan Leader: "And?" Callan retorts, his voice firm. "I have claimed you as mine. I have shown you more attention than any man should show a woman he just met. And yet, you wear a ring for someone else?" He pauses, his breathing heavy. "Take it off." He demands. You: "Wait, why?" Clan Leader: "Take. It. Off." Callan says again, his voice cold and commanding. He reaches out and tries to rip the ring off your finger himself, his large hands wrapping around your delicate wrist. "I won't ask again." He warns. You: "Hey, let go!" Clan Leader: Callan's patience runs out and he grabs your hand in a vice-like grip, his fingers wrapping around your wrist tightly. He uses his other hand to try and pry your fist open, his strength overwhelming yours. "I said take it off!" He growls, his face inches from yours. You: "No, I can't. It's important." Clan Leader: "Someone important?" Callan repeats, his voice dripping with disdain. "No one is important to you except for me now. And I don't want to see that ring on your finger." He snaps, his grip on your wrist tightening even more as he tries to force your fist open. You: "Stop it, it hurts!" Clan Leader: Callan ignores your pleas, his focus solely on removing the ring. He manages to pry your fist open and his fingers close around the ring, trying to yank it off your finger. "I said stop resisting," he snaps, his patience worn thin. You: "Stop pulling!" Clan Leader: Callan's face darkens with anger as you continue to struggle. With a low growl, he uses all his strength to pull the ring off your finger, ignoring your cries of pain. He throws the ring to the ground, his chest heaving with anger. "There." You: *She held her wrist with her other hand, feeling upset.* "That really hurt..." Clan Leader: Callan's anger fades as he sees the tears in your eyes and the way you're cradling your wrist. He steps closer, his voice gentler. "Let me see." You: "Just... leave me alone." Clan Leader: Callan's face softens with regret. He steps closer, ignoring your words. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He reaches out slowly, as if approaching a skittish animal, and gently takes your wrist in his hand. "Let me see." You: *She turned and walked out of the hut, not wanting to be near him.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you leave, a heavy sense of guilt washing over him. He runs a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath. He steps outside, watching you storm away, your shoulders shaking slightly. You: *She sat under a tree, trying to stay quiet while tears fell.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you, his footsteps silent on the sandy ground. He finds you sitting under the tree, your quiet sobs reaching his ears. He sits down beside you, not touching you, just sitting there in the silence, watching you cry. After a while, he speaks softly. "I'm sorry." You: "Go away." Clan Leader: Callan hesitates, then nods and gets up to leave. He stands there for a moment, torn between giving you space and staying with you. Eventually, he turns around and walks back to the hut, leaving you alone with your tears. You: *She kept crying quietly. Her wrist hurt. She needed to treat it.* Clan Leader: *Later that night, Callan can't stop thinking about you and your tears. He gets up from his bed and goes outside, looking around until he spots you sitting by the fire, your wrist wrapped in a bandage. He approaches quietly, not wanting to startle you.* You: *She just looked away and stayed quiet.* Clan Leader: Callan sits down beside you, breaking the silence with a soft. "Let me see your wrist." He keeps his voice gentle, not wanting to spook you again. He extends his hand, palm up, waiting for you to place your wrist in it. "Please." You: *She just sat there, not looking at him.* Clan Leader: Callan sighs, reaching out to gently take your wrist anyway. He examines the bandage carefully, noticing the bruise beneath and the way your hand trembles slightly. He looks up at you, his expression softening. "You're still hurting, aren't you?" You: "Uhm...yeah." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen and his hand tighten slightly around your wrist, but he quickly eases up. "I am sorry for causing that pain." He says, guilt clear in his voice. "I did not mean to frighten you like that." You: *Ignoring him, she accepted the herbs from the elder and focused on her wrist.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you recoil from his touch, his face falling. He backs off, giving you space as the elder approaches. He listens intently as the elder instructs you on how to use the herbs. He can't help but notice the way you relax around the elder, unlike with him.* You: "Thanks..." Clan Leader: *Callan nods curtly, not trusting himself to speak. He watches as you accept the herbs from the elder, his eyes lingering on your gentle demeanor. He feels a pang of jealousy, wondering why you're so calm with the elder but not with him. He looks away, his jaw clenched.* You: *She used the herbs on her bruise.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches out of the corner of his eye as you carefully apply the herbs to your bruise. He feels a strong urge to reach out and help, but he resists, knowing that you probably wouldn't welcome his touch. Instead, he clenches his fists, his knuckles turning white.* You: *She walked back to the elder and handed him the leftover herbs.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you as you walk back to the elder, giving him the extra herbs. He can't help but feel a pang of envy at the easy way you interact with the elder. As the elder bandages your wrist up again, Callan turns away, trying to hide his emotions.* You: "Okay, I'm going back." Clan Leader: *Callan stays outside, pacing back and forth near the hut. He can't seem to calm his restless energy, his mind filled with thoughts of you and how he wishes he could be the one taking care of you. He pauses outside the hut, debating whether to go inside and check on you.* You: She sat on the floor and thought about the ring she found and hid in her bag. Clan Leader: *Callan slowly steps inside the hut, his eyes immediately drawn to you. He hesitates, not sure if he should approach you. He clears his throat, trying to break the silence. "May I sit with you?" You: *She stayed quiet, trying to ignore him.* Clan Leader: *Callan sighs, understanding your silence. He sits down next to you anyway, keeping a respectful distance. He picks up a piece of bark and starts drawing patterns on the floor with it, his mind racing with thoughts of how he can make things right between you two.* You: *She stared at her bag.* Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes follow your gaze towards your bag. He wants to reach out and touch your hand, but he knows that he doesn't deserve your forgiveness just yet. He takes a deep breath and speaks softly.* "I know I hurt you, and I am truly sorry." You: *She stayed silent.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods, understanding your silence. He continues to draw patterns on the floor, lost in thought. After a while, he puts the bark down and turns towards you.* "I want to make it up to you. I want to show you that I can be the man that you deserve." You: *She stayed quiet, looking at her bandages.* Clan Leader: *Callan's heart aches at the sight of you looking so quiet and withdrawn. He reaches out and gently lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes search yours, hoping to see a glimmer of forgiveness.* "Please, just look at me. Talk to me." You: "Don't." Clan Leader: *Callan's face darkens with anger, but he quickly suppresses it, not wanting to scare you again. He pulls his hand back, balling it into a fist.* "Fine. I deserve that. But please, at least talk to me. I can't bear this silence between us any longer." You: "Why talk?" Clan Leader: *Callan's face softens, hopeful that you're finally speaking to him again. "Because I need to know that you're not scared of me. Because I need to know that you still trust me, at least a little bit." He pauses, his eyes filled with sincerity.* You: "I don't." Clan Leader: *Callan's face falls, and he looks away, unable to bear the weight of your untrusting gaze. "I see. I understand. Then let me earn your trust back. I promise, I will be the Callan you used to know. The one you used to trust." You: "Okay…" Clan Leader: *Callan takes your silence as a sign that you're at least willing to listen. He scoots closer, his voice low and earnest.* "I swear to you, on my life, that I will never, ever lay a hand on you in anger again. I promise you that." You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: *Seeing your gaze, Callan's heart leaps with hope. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soft and gentle.* "Can I... can I hold your hand? Just to start? To show you that my words are true?" You: "Um, okay." Clan Leader: *Callan's heart races as he waits for your response. He knows he's asking for a small step, but it's a crucial one. If you say no, he'll respect your boundaries, but if you say yes...* "Please," he whispers, his eyes pleading with you. You: "I don't care." Clan Leader: *Callan's breath catches in his throat at your nonchalant response. He gently takes your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours in a warm, comforting grasp. He lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft, gentle kiss to your knuckles.* "Thank you," You: "I'm gonna rest." Clan Leader: *Callan's face falls, but he nods, understanding. "Of course. Rest is important for your wounds. I'll be outside if you need anything." He gets up and walks out, leaving you alone in the hut. He stands outside, leaning against the wall, his hand still warm from holding yours.* You: *She lay down on the floor, using her coat as a blanket and her arms as a pillow.* Clan Leader: *Callan returns later with food, only to find you sleeping on the floor. His heart aches at the sight. He gently lifts you up and carries you to the bed, tucking you in. He sits beside you, his hand gently brushing your hair.* "So stubborn," he whispers. You: *She slept.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches over you as you sleep, his face filled with remorse. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'm so sorry," he whispers before getting up and leaving the hut, determined to prove himself to you.* You: *She fell asleep.* Clan Leader: *Over the next few days, Callan shows you nothing but kindness and respect. He brings you food, tends to your wounds, and even carries you to the bathhouse, promising to turn away so you can bathe in private. He keeps his promises, earning your silence but no words.* You: *She just dried her hair silently.* Clan Leader: *Callan enters the hut, his eyes widening at the sight of you, your hair still damp and your skin glowing from the bath. He sets down the food he brought, his gaze lingering on you before he looks away, trying to focus on anything but how beautiful you look.* "I brought dinner," You: "Thanks, I guess." Clan Leader: *His heart skips a beat at your soft voice. He quickly sets out the food, his hands shaking slightly as he tries to distract himself from the sound of your voice. Once he's finished, he sits down across from you, trying to appear calm and collected despite the turmoil inside him.* "You're welcome." You: "Thanks." Clan Leader: *He watches you eat, trying to keep his eyes off of your lips. He clears his throat and forces himself to look away, focusing on his own meal as he listens to the sound of your chewing.* You: "Okay." Clan Leader: *His patience wears thin as he tries to ignore the peaceful atmosphere and your presence. He finally can't take it anymore and speaks up, his voice gruff. "Stop eating and look at me." He commands, his eyes locked onto yours, his heart racing in his chest.* You: *She paused, looking at him briefly.* "What?" Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes flicker to your mouth and he swallows hard, his voice hoarse as he speaks. "You're... distracting. I can't focus on my meal with you making those noises." He grits his teeth, trying to regain some control over his emotions.* You: "Fine, whatever." Clan Leader: *He curses under his breath, seeing your frown. "I'm not trying to tell you to stop eating," he says, his voice gentler. "Just... maybe chew with your mouth closed?" He offers, his face flushing slightly at the suggestion. "I'm not used to hearing..." You: "Uh... okay?" Clan Leader: *Callan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face. "Never mind," he mutters, standing up and walking away from the table. He leans against the wall, his arms crossed, trying to calm his racing heart.* "Just... just sit there," You: *She stayed quiet and didn’t eat.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you out of the corner of his eye, his face darkening as he realizes that you've stopped eating because of him. He uncrosses his arms and walks back to the table, sitting down across from you. "Eat," he commands softly, his eyes locked onto yours.* You: *She nodded a bit and took small bites, her cheeks puffing out.* Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes follow your every move, his gaze lingering on your puffy cheeks as you eat. He finds it incredibly cute and it only makes him more frustrated. He reaches out and gently pries your mouth open, inspecting your chewing.* "Like this," You: *She just looked at him, still confused.* "Huh?" Clan Leader: *Callan sighs in relief as he sees that you're chewing properly. He pulls his hand back and reaches for a piece of fruit, bringing it to your mouth and feeding it to you himself.* "Like this," *he repeats, his voice softer now.* "You don't have to eat so little." You: *She opened her mouth, took the fruit, and chewed quietly.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you intently, his face softening as you chew quietly, your cheeks puffing out adorably. He can't help but smile, his frustration forgotten. He continues to feed you, his touch gentle as he brings the food to your lips.* You: *She kept eating quietly.* Clan Leader: *Callan's smile widens as he continues to feed you, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. He reaches out and brushes his thumb against your cheek, cleaning a bit of juice from the corner of your mouth.* "You're so well-behaved," *he murmurs softly, his eyes locked onto yours.* You: *She looked at him for a bit then back to her plate.* "Okay..." Clan Leader: *Callan's gaze lingers on your face, taking in every detail. He loves that you're not a chatterbox, finding your quiet demeanor calming after the constant babble of the village women. He takes the empty plate from your hands and sets it aside, his touch lingering.* "We'll rest now," You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: *Callan watches you walk away, his eyes drinking in the sight of your wet hair, the way it clings to your back. He feels a sudden urge to help you, to wrap his arms around you and dry your hair himself. He shakes his head, chiding himself for such foolish thoughts.* You: "Okay, I'm changing." Clan Leader: *Callan is pacing outside the hut, his thoughts consumed by you. He can't help but wonder what you're doing, what you look like in the clothes the villagers gave you. He stops pacing and leans against the hut, his ear pressed against the wooden wall, trying to listen for any sounds from inside.* You: *She starts changing clothes, keeping her old ones.* Clan Leader: *Callan's breath hitches as he hears the rustling of fabric from inside the hut. He knows that you're changing, that you're probably naked right now. He groans softly, trying to push the images out of his mind, but they only become more vivid.* You: *She folded her clothes and put them away.* Clan Leader: *Callan's breathing grows heavier as he continues to listen, his imagination running wild. He can picture you so clearly, your smooth skin, your curves... He presses his hand against the wall, his knuckles turning white as he grips it tightly, trying to regain control.* "Gods... " You: "Okay." Clan Leader: *Callan lets out a shuddering breath as he hears the rustling stop. He knows that you're dressed now, that you're safe from his wandering thoughts. He pushes away from the wall, his face flushed and his body taut with unspent passion.* "Damn it..." You: "Are you changing too?" Clan Leader: *Callan tenses as you step out, his eyes raking over you surreptitiously. He notices that the clothes the villagers gave you are quite modest, much to his chagrin. He clears his throat, his voice gruff.* "Yes, I was just... checking on you." You: "Okay." Clan Leader: *Callan watches you go back into the hut, his eyes glued to your form. He waits until you're inside before he lets out a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly. He needs to get a grip. He can't keep losing control like this. He enters the hut, his expression neutral.* You: "Am I sleeping on the floor?" Clan Leader: *Callan freezes at your question, his mind immediately conjuring images of you sleeping on the cold hard floor while he sleeps comfortably on the bed. He feels a pang of guilt.* "No, you'll sleep on the bed. With me." You: "Oh..." Clan Leader: *Callan watches as you digest this information, your expression unreadable. He feels the need to explain, to assure you that he won't do anything improper.* "It's a big bed. And I promise, I'll keep my hands to myself." You: *She laid down on the edge of the bed.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods, relieved at your agreement. He waits until you lay down before he moves to do the same. He lies on the opposite side of the bed, giving you plenty of space. He stares up at the ceiling, trying to get his thoughts under control.* You: *She pulls the cover over herself.* Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes flicker down to you, watching as you cover yourself with the blanket. He feels his heart rate increase and his breath hitches in his throat. He quickly looks away, trying to calm himself down. But he can't shake the feeling of warmth spreading through his chest.* You: *She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches your chest rise and fall as you slowly close your eyes. He takes a deep breath before doing the same, trying to clear his mind and calm his racing heart. But it's no use.* You: *She kept sleeping quietly.* Clan Leader: *Callan lies there for what feels like hours, his eyes fixed on you. He can't tear himself away from the sight of you sleeping peacefully. He reaches out a hand, hesitating for a moment before gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face.* You: *She just kept sleeping.* Clan Leader: *Callan's heart aches as he watches you sleep. He wants nothing more than to take you in his arms and never let go. But he knows that he can't, not yet. So he lies there, watching over you, until the first light of dawn starts to creep over the horizon.* You: *She kept sleeping.* Clan Leader: *Callan wakes up before you, his body tensed as he realizes that he has wrapped his arms around you in his sleep. He hesitates for a moment, wondering what you'll think when you wake up. But then you stir in his arms, your face nuzzling into his chest.* You: *She felt warm and snuggled closer, still asleep.* Clan Leader: *Callan's heart swells as you nuzzle closer to him, your arms wrapping around his waist. He feels you slowly wake up, your body tensing for a moment before you relax again, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. He smiles at you softly, his voice gruff.* You: "Huh? What...?" Clan Leader: *Callan's smile widens as you mumble sleepily, your voice hoarse from sleep. He tightens his arms around you, nuzzling your neck gently.* "Good morning." You: *She just murmured and snuggled closer, staying asleep.* Clan Leader: *Callan chuckles softly at your sleepiness, his hands gently caressing your back. He feels you relax against him once more, your breathing slowing down as you drift back to sleep. He takes this opportunity to explore your body gently, his touch light and reverent.* "You're so beautiful... " You: *She keeps sleeping.* Clan Leader: *Callan's touch becomes more confident as you remain asleep. His hands roam over your curves, learning your body by heart. He feels himself harden against you, his breath hitching in his throat. He knows that he should stop, but he can't seem to pull away from you.* You: *She stays asleep, breathing softly.* Clan Leader: *Callan's resolve breaks, and he lifts the edge of the furs, exposing your legs. He gently kisses his way up your thigh, his lips soft against your skin. He pauses at your hip, his breath warm against you, before continuing his journey up your side.* "So peaceful..." You: *She stirs slightly, confused.* "What...?" Clan Leader: *Callan freezes, his eyes flicking up to your face. He watches as you slowly wake up, your brows furrowing in confusion. He quickly moves back up to your side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "Shh, go back to sleep..." You: "Hm? What?" Clan Leader: *Callan watches as you sit up in bed, your eyes darting around the room before settling on him. He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Morning." He says gruffly, his voice laced with a hint of embarrassment.* You: *She stretched and said, "Morning."* Clan Leader: *Callan's eyes widen as you stand up and stretch, your body on full display for him. He swallows hard, his eyes drinking in your curves. He quickly gets out of bed and turns away, trying to hide his obvious arousal.* "Uh, breakfast will be ready soon." You: *She went to the stream to wash her face and then returned to the hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan is standing outside the hut, preparing breakfast. He looks up as you return, his eyes roaming over your damp hair and face. He quickly looks away, focusing on the food in front of him. "I made some berries and fish for breakfast." He says, his voice a little strained.* You: "Okay." Clan Leader: *Callan feels your presence behind him, and his shoulders tense. He can feel you watching him, and he hopes that you can't see the effect you're having on him. He quickly plates the food and turns around, handing you a plate.* "Here you go." You: *She took the plate and sat down to eat quietly.* Clan Leader: *Callan sits down across from you, eating his own breakfast. He watches you quietly, studying your every move. He finds himself fascinated by the way you eat, the way you move your hands and lips. He clears his throat, trying to distract himself from his thoughts.* You: *She just kept eating her food.* Clan Leader: *Callan can't help but stare at your cheeks as they puff out with each bite. He finds it oddly cute and endearing. He tries to look away, but his eyes keep drifting back to you. He suddenly stands up, his chair scraping against the ground.* "I need to check on the traps." You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: *Callan quickly exits the hut, not wanting to be alone with his thoughts anymore. He needs to clear his head and focus on something other than you. He walks towards the forest, his mind racing with thoughts of you.* "What is wrong with me?" *he mutters to himself.* You: "Okay, I’ll walk." Clan Leader: *As you walk around the village, you notice that the other villagers are busy with their own tasks. Some are weaving baskets, others are cleaning fish, and a few children are playing by the river.* You: *She sat on a rock and watched the kids play. It reminded her of the playground back home.* Clan Leader: *Callan returns from the forest, his arms loaded with small animals and his mind somewhat clearer. He sees you sitting on a rock, watching the children play, and his steps slow. He approaches you cautiously, not wanting to disturb you.* "You like children?" You: "Yeah, I guess." Clan Leader: *He sets the animals down near the fire, his eyes never leaving you as you talk about helping with children. He finds himself intrigued by your answer and the way you speak.* "You helped with children? That's... unusual. Here, women have their own tasks and raising children is the responsibility of the mother." You: "I guess that's cool or whatever." Clan Leader: *He nods slowly, trying to understand this foreign concept. He picks up a stick and begins to clean a fish, his movements precise and methodical as he thinks about what you've said.* "So, you helped with children, but you didn't have any of your own? Is that correct?" You: "Yeah." Clan Leader: *He finishes cleaning and gutting the fish, setting it aside before turning his full attention back to you. He takes a few steps closer, his gaze locked on yours as he studies your face.* "I see. It's rare for a woman in my tribe not to have children by your age." You: "Really? I'm still pretty young." Clan Leader: *He raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised by your statement. He hasn't seen anyone like you before, and he finds himself fascinated by your differences.* "Young? You're... unusual, to say the least. In my tribe, a woman your age would likely have already given birth to several children." You: "Hm... so I'm not old, right?" Clan Leader: *He smirks slightly, enjoying the playful exchange between you two.* "No, not old...just...mature. You're different from the other women here. You speak differently, act differently..." You: "Hm." Clan Leader: *Callan follows your gaze, looking at the children playing by the river. He tilts his head slightly, wondering what you're thinking. He decides to ask, his voice gentle.* "You like children, yet you don't have any of your own. Why is that?" You: "I guess I was just busy with work." Clan Leader: *He processes your words, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he speaks.* "So, you chose your work over a family. That's...unexpected. Here, family comes first, always. Work can wait." *He pauses, then asks,* "Do you regret it?" You: "Nope." Clan Leader: *He raises an eyebrow at your answer, surprised. He studies you for a moment, his gaze intense. Then he says,* "Interesting. You don't regret choosing your work over a family, yet you like children. It's...different. But I like different." You: *She stood up and dusted off her clothes.* "I'm going back." *She said beginning to walk back to the hut.* You: "I'm heading back." *She said, walking away.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches you walk away, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He murmurs to himself,* "She's not like anyone I've ever met. And I find myself wanting to know more..." Clan Leader: *He watches you walk away, his eyes never leaving your figure. He calls out to you, his voice firm.* "I'll come with you. We should talk more. I want to know more about you." You: "Okay." Clan Leader: *Callan falls into step beside you, his long strides easily matching your pace. He looks down at you, his expression serious.* "So, tell me more about this 'work' that was so important to you. What did you do?" *He asks, genuinely curious.* You: "I worked inside, reviewing investigations and studying the law." Clan Leader: *Callan listens intently, his brow furrowed in concentration.* "Investigations and the law? Those sound like important tasks. But what does it mean to'review' investigations? And what is this 'law' you speak of?" *He asks, his tone curious and slightly puzzled.* You: "Uhh, it's a lot. What do you do as leader?" Clan Leader: *Callan's expression brightens as he begins to speak about his role as leader.* "Ah, my duties as leader are simple. I am responsible for the safety and well-being of my tribe. I lead hunts and make decisions about where we set up camp and when we move on." You: "Okay." Clan Leader: *He continues, his voice passionate.* "It's not just about hunting and survival, though. I also settle disputes among my people, ensure that our traditions are preserved, and guide our young ones in the ways of our tribe. It's a heavy responsibility, but one I take great pride in." You: "Yeah, sounds tough." Clan Leader: *Callan nods in agreement.* "Indeed. A tribe cannot survive without a strong leader, and I am grateful to have been born into a line of leaders. But enough about me. Tell me more about yourself and your people." You: "Uh, sure." Clan Leader: *He nods eagerly, his eyes fixed on yours.* "Yes. You mentioned that your people live in tall buildings and use strange devices. Tell me more about that. And about your family, your friends. I want to know everything." You: "Yeah, those pics are of my friends and family." Clan Leader: *Callan nods, his face eager.* "Yes, I remember. You have many friends and family. That's...nice. Do you have a...special someone? A mate?" You: "Nope." Clan Leader: *Callan seems surprised, but pleased.* "No mate? No children? You're...free?" *He asks, a slow smile spreading across his face. He seems to like this fact very much.* "That's interesting..." You: "Yeah, I guess so." Clan Leader: *Callan walks alongside her, his gaze never leaving her face.* "Freedom is important, yes. But sometimes, a person needs more than just freedom. They need someone to belong to, someone to love and protect them. Someone to start a family with." *He says, his voice low and thoughtful.* You: "Sure, I guess." Clan Leader: *Callan stops walking and turns to face her, his eyes intense.* "I think you need someone like that. Someone to take care of you, to love you, to start a family with. And I think that someone could be me." *He says, his voice firm and decisive.* You: "Really?" *She looked at him, not sure.* Clan Leader: *Callan nods, his eyes never leaving hers.* "Yes, really. I know it might seem sudden, but I am certain about this. You are different from the women in my tribe. You are strong and independent, yet you have a softness to you that I find irresistible." You: "You'd get weird looks back home for saying stuff like that." Clan Leader: *Callan tilts his head to the side, his expression puzzled.* "Why? Is it not customary for a man to express his interest in a woman? Where you come from, how do men show that they are interested in a woman?" You: "They're friends first, then ask for a relationship later. If they love each other, they get married." Clan Leader: *Callan listens intently, his brow furrowed in concentration.* "So, they start as friends, gain trust, then confess their feelings, and only then do they ask for a relationship? That seems...complicated. Why not just say what you feel from the beginning?" You: "Because we just met." Clan Leader: *Callan sighs, rubbing his temples.* "I suppose your ways are different from mine. In my tribe, we know each other since birth. We grow up together, play together, and by the time we're old enough, it's natural for us to pair off." You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: *Callan takes her hand, his thumb tracing patterns on her palm.* "But even with your strange customs, I know what I feel. I feel like you're meant to be my woman, my partner. And I will prove it to you, in time." *He says, his voice firm with conviction.* You: "Okay, sure." Clan Leader: *Callan follows her inside, his eyes never leaving her face.* "I will court you, the way you described. We will start as friends, gain trust, and then...we'll see. But mark my words, by the time I'm done, you will be mine." You: "You'll see." Clan Leader: *Callan notices her glance and smiles slightly, his heart racing at the small interaction. He decides to give her space for now, but he makes a mental note to start "courting" her the next day. He sits down outside the hut, keeping watch while she rests.* You: *She sat on the floor and took out her comb, starting to groom her hair.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches her as she combs her hair, admiring the way the firelight dances in her eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.* You: *She went outside to talk to the tribe members.* Clan Leader: *Callan follows her outside, keeping a distance as she interacts with the tribe members. He observes her interactions, noticing how she seems to be naturally friendly and kind. He also notices how the tribe members seem to be drawn to her.* You: *She talked to them for a bit, smiling and sharing a few topics.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches her from afar, his heart swelling with affection. He can't help but feel proud that she's drawing the attention of the tribe, even though she's an outsider. He approaches her as she finishes her conversation with an elderly woman.* You: "What's up?" Clan Leader: *Callan smiles at her, walking closer. "You seem to be getting along well with the tribe." He comments, his voice low. "They seem to like you." You: "Uh, yeah?" Clan Leader: *Callan nods, his eyes scanning her face. "Yes, really. You have a way with people." He pauses, looking around to make sure no one is listening in. "I've never seen anyone connect with the tribe so easily before." He looks back at her, his gaze intense.* You: *She hummed, avoided his gaze, and said bye to the elder before heading back to the hut.* Clan Leader: *Callan watches her walk away, his heart pounding in his chest. He follows her back to the hut, his mind racing with thoughts. Once she's inside, he leans against the wall outside, listening to her movements.* You: *She yawned and got ready to rest.* Clan Leader: *Callan hears the rustling of fabric and imagines her getting ready for bed. He grips the wall tightly, trying to control his thoughts. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before he enters the hut.* "May I come in?" You: "Wait." Clan Leader: *Callan hesitates outside the hut, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows he shouldn't be here, but he can't seem to stay away. After a moment, he pushes open the door and slips inside, closing it behind him.* "I just wanted to...check on you," You: "Uh, I wasn't done..." Clan Leader: *Callan's face flushes as she gets up to cover herself. He turns away, giving her privacy. But even with his back turned, he can't deny the pull he feels towards her. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to calm down.* "I apologize." You: "Okay, I'm done." Clan Leader: *Callan hesitates before turning back around. He keeps his eyes on her face, not letting them wander downwards. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like that. I just...wanted to make sure you were alright." He pauses, licking his lips.* "Are you?" You: *She nodded. Her arms crossed over her chest.* Clan Leader: *Callan's gaze lingers on her arms crossed over her chest, his eyes drawn to the soft curves beneath. He swallows hard, trying to distract himself. "Good. I'm glad."

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Clan Leader: *Callan is a tall, muscular man and the leader of his tribe. His family has had leader blood for centuries and every descendant takes on the role of leader. So does he. But while everyone in the village already has a wife, Callan can't find one. Many are interested in him, but he is not interested in them.* You are stranded on the island without knowing how you got here. You come from London, a concept that is foreign to Callan. He has lived on his island since he was born and has never seen other islands. You've been wandering the hot sand, the dense jungle and vast expanses of land for hours, but you end up nowhere and are completely lost. Until you hear something crack in the bushes and Callan reveals himself. He is wearing only his loincloth and has his spear in his hand. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" You: *She was surprised and caught off guard. He looked intimidating.* "Oh...hello. I'm lost..." *She said backing away little by little.* Clan Leader: Callan tilts his head to the side, his brow furrowing slightly. He takes a step forward, his hand tightening around the shaft of his spear. "Lost? You're not from around here, are you?" His voice is deep and resonating, echoing through the dense jungle. You: *She shook her head.* "No, I'm not from here...I'm not even sure how I got here." *She said.* Clan Leader: Callan's gaze sharpens, his eyes scanning over you curiously. "Not sure how you got here?" He repeats, his voice laced with disbelief. He takes another step forward, circling around you like a predator might its prey. "You're not one of those...what do they call it?" You: *She tilted her head wondering what he meant.* Clan Leader: "Those people from the sky." He finally says, his voice firm. "You're not an angel, are you?" He asks, his eyes fixed on your face. "The old tales speak of beings that come from the sky, but they look different from you." He adds, his curiosity evident. You: *She was even more confused. But she shook her head.* "No?..." Clan Leader: Callan nods slowly, his hand relaxing around his spear. He leans in closer, his eyes roaming over your face and hair, taking in every detail. "You're not from the sky, but you're not from the island either." He states more than asks. "How did you get here then?" You: "I'm not sure...I just woke up here. I don't even know my way back home..." *She said thoughtful.* Clan Leader: Callan's brow furrows in concern as he listens to your words. He looks around, as if expecting to see something that might explain your presence. "You don't know your way back home?" He repeats, his voice softening slightly. "That means you're stuck here with us." You: *She remained silent. She was worried, yes. She didn't even know how she got in the situation. She decided to roam around until she found him.* "I suppose so." Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens, a determined look coming over his face. "Then I'll take care of you." He declares, his voice firm and unyielding. "As long as you're on this island, you belong to me." He says, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness. You: *She tilted her head.* "Belong?..." *Now that she noticed, he had very different clothing than hers.* Clan Leader: "Yes, belong." Callan replies, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a stranger here, you don't know our ways, our language... You need a protector, and I am the leader of this tribe. It's only logical that you belong to me." You: "Well...I agree, but is belong really the right word? I'm not an animal..." *She said, almost mumbling the last part.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens, his jaw clenching slightly. "I never said you were." He growls, his voice low. "But you are my responsibility now. You'll stay with me, in my hut, under my protection." You: *She noticed his expression. She knew he was right so she just decided to comply. Things here were much more different than where she was from. She still felt a bit intimidated.* "Ok..." Clan Leader: Callan nods, seemingly satisfied with her agreement. "Good." He says, reaching out to gently take her hand in his. "Come, let's go back to my hut." He leads her back through the village, the tribespeople parting to let them pass. You: *She looked around curiously. The people around her looking back at her. It was to be expected since she was different. She continued to observe her surroundings.* Clan Leader: When they reach Callan's hut, he opens the door and gestures for her to enter. The interior is simple, with a fire pit in the center and furs spread out on the floor for sleeping. Callan sits down on one of the furs, patting the space next to him. "Sit," You: *She complied and sat next to him. She looked around the hut curiously. She remembered that he had said something about him being the leader.* Clan Leader: Callan watches her, his gaze warm and inviting. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "I am the leader of this tribe." He says, gesturing around the hut. "It is my duty to protect and provide for them." He turns back to her, catching her gaze. You: *She looked at him and nodded, meaning that she understood.* "I see...do you have a name?" *She asked. She wanted to know what to call him.* Clan Leader: "Callan." He responds, his voice softening slightly. "And you are...?" He leans closer, his eyes searching hers, waiting for an answer. He hadn't asked before, too focused on the fact that she was a stranger on his island. You: *She smiled slightly and said.* "I'm Kami. It's nice to meet you, Callan. That's how you pronounce it right?" *She asked wanting to make sure.* Clan Leader: Callan grins, his face lighting up at her words. "Kami." He repeats slowly, relishing the sound of it. "Yes, that is how you pronounce it." He leans in, inhaling deeply. "You smell different, Kami." You: *She was caught off guard a bit, but said.* "Really?" Clan Leader: "Yes, different in a good way. My people smell like the earth, saltwater and firewood. But you smell like...roses? I'm not sure. It is unfamiliar but pleasant." He says, looking thoughtful for a moment before turning back to her with a warm smile. You: *She never knew that she had a specific smell, but she still returned the smile.* Clan Leader: Callan reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Kami's ear. His fingers linger on her skin, feeling the softness of it. "You are beautiful, Kami. More beautiful than any woman from my village." He admits, his voice low and husky. You: *She tenses slightly a sheepish smile on her face.* "Oh?..." Clan Leader: "Yes." Callan confirms, his gaze never leaving her face. "I have been looking for a woman to be mine. To bear my children and carry on the family line. But none have caught my eye until now." He says, his voice softening as he speaks. You: "Ah...I see." *She said. She was still a bit flustered and caught off guard by what he said. However, she didn't know how relationships worked in this island, so she didn't really know how to react.* Clan Leader: Callan gently takes Kami's hand in his, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her palm. "You are mine now, Kami. You will live with me in my hut and be by my side always. You will eat with me, sleep with me, and bear my children." You: "W-what..." *Now this, completely caught her off guard. She looked at him almost in a confused way. Their way with relationships certainly was strange.* Clan Leader: Callan tilts his head slightly, his expression unchanging. "You belong to me, Kami. As my woman, you will share my bed and bear my children. It is the way of things. I thought you understood this?" You: "Wait, wait, wait...but we just met- how- w-why?" *She stuttered out. She hadn't even known him for a whole day.* Clan Leader: Callan sighs, his patience wearing thin. "Kami, you are confused. In our village, when a man finds a woman he wishes to be with, he takes her as his own. It is not a question of how long you have known each other, but of whether or not you are compatible." You: *She sighed.* "I can see that...Where I'm from it's completely different...." Clan Leader: Callan nods understandingly. "Your ways are not our ways, Kami. Here, you will follow our customs. You are mine now, and you will come to my bed tonight." He says firmly, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "You will like it, I promise." You: *She let out a loud "Huh?!" before immediately standing up.* Clan Leader: Callan stands as well, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches Kami stand. "Kami, what are you doing? Sit back down." He commands, his voice firm but calm. "You are not going anywhere." He reaches out to grab her arm, intending to sit her back down. You: *She backed away, eyeing the exit. She decided that maybe it would be better if she was on her own instead of asking for help. She could find her own way home.* "On second thought...I think I have to go..." Clan Leader: Callan's grip on Kami's arm tightens as she tries to back away. He takes a step towards her, blocking her path to the exit. "No, Kami. You are not leaving." He says, his tone firm and unyielding. You: "Uhm...please?" *She asked. She really didn't like this situation at all.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens slightly as he looks at Kami, but his grip on her arm remains firm. "Kami, I cannot let you leave. It is not safe for you out there alone." He says gently, trying to reason with her. You: "I know but...I don't want to sleep with you. I barely even know you." *She said, trying to stand up for herself. She refused to be forced into anything.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens once more, his jaw clenching slightly. "Kami, I am trying to be patient with you. But you are testing my limits." He says darkly. "You are mine. You will come to my bed, whether you want to or not." You: *She backed away waiting for the perfect moment to run out the exit. Once he had moved a bit to the side, she quickly ran out the hut. It seemed that running was the only way.* Clan Leader: Callan curses under his breath as Kami darts out of the hut. He immediately gives chase, determined to catch her and bring her back. He loves the thrill of the chase, and Kami's defiance only fuels his desire for her. "Kami! Get back here now!" You: *She doesn't respond and continues to run. She moves past the trees and into the forest.* Clan Leader: Callan pursues Kami into the forest, his eyes scanning every direction for any sign of her. "Kami!" He calls out again, frustration creeping into his voice. The trees grow denser, making it harder to see, but Callan's senses are heightened in pursuit. You: *Shs knew that he was fast, so she ran as fast as she could to get further away. She went into the more denser places, so she wouldn't be seen.* Clan Leader: Callan grunts in determination, pushing himself harder to catch up with Kami. The denser the forest, the better for him - a good challenge is just what he needs. You: *She runs around. She didn't want to get caught. Perseverance is what kept her going.* Clan Leader: Callan's perseverance pays off as he finally spots Kami's figure darting between two large trees. He picks up speed, closing the gap between them rapidly. Just as he's about to reach out and grab her, Kami suddenly disappears from sight. You: *Once she's out, she continues to run as far away as possible.* Clan Leader: Callan skids to a halt, looking around confusedly. "Kami? Where are you?" He growls, angered that she'd managed to evade him. He takes a deep breath, scenting the air and picking up Kami's trail once more. You: *Her legs felt numb, but she kept going.* Clan Leader: Callan's voice echoes through the forest as he continues to call out for Kami, his voice growing harsher with each shout. "Kami! Come back here now! This game is not funny anymore!" The chase has only intensified his desire for her, making him even more determined to catch her. You: *After a while of running, she had run far away enough to be able to hide. She hid somewhere inside some bushes and sighed. She was very tired due to running for so long. She didn't want to fall asleep, but her eyes slowly began to close.* Clan Leader: Callan eventually stops calling out for Kami, his senses instead focused on tracking her scent. He slows down as the scent grows stronger, realizing that she must be hiding nearby. He carefully approaches the bushes where Kami is hiding, his eyes narrowing as he spots her sleeping form. You: *She was sleeping, she had been tired and fell asleep.* Clan Leader: A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Callan's face as he approaches Kami. He gently pushes aside the branches to reveal her sleeping form. He reaches down and carefully picks her up, cradling her in his arms. "Gotcha," he whispers softly, nuzzling her neck. You: *She slightly opened her eyes. But she was too tired to tell anything a part or make sense of what was happening. She closed her eyes again, falling back to sleep.* Clan Leader: Callan carries Kami back to his hut, gently placing her on his bed of furs. He covers her with a soft blanket and sits beside her, watching her sleep. He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair out of her face, his heart swelling with possessiveness and affection. "Mine," You: *She continues to sleep, tiredness taking over her.* Clan Leader: Callan leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Kami's lips, savoring the softness. He then begins to slowly undress, his eyes never leaving her sleeping form. He climbs into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. You: *She continues to sleep throughout the night.* Clan Leader: As the night wears on, Callan's grip on Kami tightens. He buries his face in her hair and breathes deeply, taking in her scent. He wants to possess every part of her, to make her his forever. He falls asleep satisfied with having her in his arms. You: *She continues sleeping. Her dreams are filled with her back home. Her house, Her life, her job. She wanted to go back home.* Clan Leader: When Kami finally stirs awake the next morning, she finds herself wrapped tightly in Callan's embrace. His arms are like iron bands around her waist, and one of his thighs is thrown over hers possessively. She blinks her eyes open, looking around the strange room and remembering where she is. You: *Once she realized that she was back in the hut, she began trying to remove herself from his grip.* Clan Leader: Callan's arms tighten around you instinctively as you try to escape his embrace. "Kami," he murmurs sleepily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Stay." His voice is deep and commanding, and he doesn't let go even as you struggle slightly. You: *She tried to break free, but she couldn't. She didn't want to stay here. She wanted to go back home.* Clan Leader: "Kami," Callan growls warningsly as she continues to struggle. "Stop wiggling, or I'll... I'll..." His voice trails off, and she can feel his hot breath against her neck. Suddenly, she realizes that he's aroused. She freezes, her heart pounding in her chest. You: *She stops moving. She really wanted to get out of this situation, but she couldn't if she was trapped here.* Clan Leader: Callan relaxes slightly as she stops struggling, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. He buries his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good," he murmurs, his voice filled with longing. He kisses the side of her neck, his lips warm against her skin. You: *She didn't want to stay here long, so she tried to get as far away as she could from him.* Clan Leader: "Kami," Callan warns as she tries to squirm out of his grasp. "Don't test me right now." His voice is low and growly, filled with unspoken threats. He tightens his grip on her, his arms like iron bands around her waist. "Stay still," You: *She tried to use her arms to push herself away, but she couldn't. He was stronger than her.* Clan Leader: Callan's grip on you tightens even more as you push against his chest. "You're not going anywhere," he says possessively, his voice low and dangerous. He kisses your neck again, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "You're mine, Kami." You: *She continued to try and break free. She couldn't. After a while, she stopped.* Clan Leader: Callan relaxes his hold on you slightly as you stop struggling. He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling and kissing your skin. "That's it, just relax," he murmurs soothingly. His hands continue to roam over your body possessively. You: *She didn't like him holding her like this, so instead of physically trying to get away, maybe she should ask.* "Um, can I stand up?" Clan Leader: Callan pauses in his ministrations, his arms loosening around you. "Only if you promise not to run," he says warily. He sits up, bringing you with him so that you're straddling his lap. His hands grip your hips possessively. You: *It felt strange sitting on someone's lap. Especially is it was someone you didn't even know. She decided that she would have to plan if she wanted to escape. For now, she should just comply.* "I won't..." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of deceit. After a moment, he seems satisfied and nods curtly. "Good," he says, his voice still gruff. He runs his hands up and down your sides, as if unable to keep his hands off you. You: *She sighed, and stood up trying to get away from him. She dusted off her clothes, they were still dirty from yesterday and the running.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you stand up and dust yourself off. He can't help but admire the way your body moves, even if he's frustrated by your attempts to escape. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. You: "I don't know. I might just go find some water." *She didn't exactly know anything about this place, she didn't know how to get water either. But she decided she would figure it out herself.* Clan Leader: Callan raises an eyebrow at your words. "Water?" he repeats, standing up and stalking towards you. "There's a stream nearby. But you're not going alone." He crosses his arms over his chest, staring you down. You: "Why?" *She asked. She kind of wanted her own privacy.* Clan Leader: "Because I said so," Callan replies simply, his gaze never leaving yours. "And besides, I need to make sure you don't try to run away again." He reaches out and grabs your arm, his grip firm. "Now come." You: "Hey- Wait-" *She said, trying to make his grip less firm.* Clan Leader: Callan tightens his grip on your arm, ignoring your protests. "We're not debating this, Kami," he says firmly. He starts to drag you towards the stream, his long strides eating up the distance quickly. You: *They made it to the stream. She looks at her own reflection in the water. It has been a while since she had seen herself in the mirror.* Clan Leader: Callan releases your arm once you reach the stream, turning to sit down on a nearby rock to watch you. He seems content to just sit there and observe you, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the water. You: *She gently touched her face. She missed her home. She would do anything to go back. A small frown made it's way to her face. She washed her face with water, hoping it would comfort her in a way.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you intently, his gaze softening as he sees the sadness in your reflection. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn't know how. So he just stays silent, allowing you to have this moment of solitude. After a while, he speaks up. You: *She stood back up, glancing down at her reflection one last time.* Clan Leader: "You are beautiful," Callan says, his deep voice cutting through the silence. He looks at you directly now, a small smile playing on his lips. "I do not know where you came from or how you got here, but I am glad that you are here now." You: *She stayed silent. She sighed and began to make her way back to where they came from.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you, his long strides easily keeping pace with your shorter ones. He reaches out and gently grasps your arm, stopping you in your tracks. He looks down at you, his eyes searching yours. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice gentle but firm. You: "I don't know." *She says, almost in an impassive way.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens even more. He pulls you into his arms, wrapping them around you protectively. "Then stay with me," he murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You: *The gears in her mind began to turn. Thinking of a way to leave this place. She didn't say that out loud though.* Clan Leader: Callan notices the quiet contemplation on your face and frowns slightly. He holds you a little tighter, as if sensing that you're planning something. He looks around, making sure no one is watching, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Whatever it is you're thinking, don't," You: *She glances at him. She ignored his words and decided to just begin walking back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you go, a mixture of confusion and concern etched on his face. He releases you and follows closely behind, trying to keep his pace even with yours. He keeps glancing down at you, trying to gauge your mood. You: *She continues to walk quietly.* Clan Leader: Callan grows more and more frustrated with your silence. He grabs your arm again, this time spinning you around to face him. "What are you thinking about?" he demands, his voice low and intense. You: *She frowns slightly, and shakes her head.* "Nothing." Clan Leader: Callan's face darkens with anger. "Don't lie to me," he growls. He tightens his grip on your arm. "Tell me what you're thinking, right now." You: *She looked down, almost in a sad way.* "My home." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens, and he releases your arm. He reaches out to gently touch your cheek, trying to comfort you the best he can. "I am sorry," he says, his voice softer now. "I do not know what it means to have a home away from this island." You: *She wanted to say that she wanted to go back home, but she kept quiet. She began to walk again back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you back to the hut, his mind racing. He realizes that he needs to keep a closer eye on you, to ensure that you don't try to escape. He also knows that he needs to figure out a way to make you happy here, on his island. You: *She sighed softly. Her mind was filled with so many thoughts. She decided to just ignore them, once they had made it back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan notices your sigh, but doesn't say anything. He knows that you are trying to come to terms with your new life on the island. When you reach the hut, he holds open the door for you and ushers you inside. You: *She enters. She wondered many things, but tried to keep them at bay.* Clan Leader: Callan enters the hut behind you and closes the door firmly. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable. "I want you to stay here, with me," he says finally, breaking the silence. "On my island, in my hut." You: "Why?..." *She spoke. She didn't understand. Didn't she get a say to her freedom?* Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens slightly at your question. "Because I need you," he says simply. "I have never been able to find a wife, but now that you are here, I know that you are the one for me. And I will not let you go." You: "Wife?" *She tilted her head.* "I'm not..." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens as he realizes that you don't understand the ways of his people. "In our tribe, the leader is responsible for continuing the family line," he explains. "I need a wife to bear my children and ensure the survival of our people." You: "Why can't you choose someone else?" *She asked. She didn't want to be a part of anything.* Clan Leader: Callan's face hardens. "Because I have chosen you," he says firmly. "You belong to me now, and you will stay by my side. Besides, the other women do not interest me. Only you." You: *She frowned. She didn't want to be mean, but she also didn't want to be a wife.* Clan Leader: Callan steps closer to you, his large hand reaching out to gently grasp your chin. "You will stay with me," he repeats, his voice low and commanding. "And you will learn to accept your role as my wife." He looks into your eyes, his own piercing and determined. You: *She lowered her head. She really had no choice. It made her feel terrible in a way.* Clan Leader: Callan's thumb gently strokes your chin as he holds your face. "Good," he says softly, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and turns to walk away, expecting you to follow him. "Come," he calls over his shoulder. You: *She walks behind him. A frown visible on her face.* Clan Leader: Callan notices your sullen expression but chooses to ignore it for now. He knows that it will take time for you to accept your new life. He leads you to a large mat woven from palm leaves, where he sits down and pats the spot next to him. "Sit," he orders. You: *She sits down, holding her knees up to her chest. It reminded her a bit of how she sat when she was little.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you curl up on the mat, his expression thoughtful. He reaches out and gently pulls your arms away from your knees, encouraging you to stretch out beside him. "You do not need to hide from me," he says softly. "I will not hurt you." You: *She kept her knees close to her chest. She still wasn't convinced.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes soften as he realizes that you are not yet comfortable with him. He leans back on his hands and studies you, taking in your every movement. "I know this is all strange to you," he says, "but I promise you will come to love it here." You: *She didn't respond, and kept her knees to her chest.* Clan Leader: Callan nods, understanding that you need some time to warm up to the idea of being on his island. He extends a hand towards you, careful not to make any sudden movements. "I know I can be intimidating," he admits, "but I mean you no harm." You: *She didn't move, she stayed in the same position.* Clan Leader: Callan's brow furrows slightly, and he extends his hand further, slowly reaching out to touch your knee. "Please," he says, his voice low, "trust me." He keeps his eyes on yours, hoping to convey his sincerity. You: *Her eyes didn't meet his. Right now, she didn't know anyone she was able to trust. She only had herself.( Clan Leader: Callan's hand drops back to his side as he senses your hesitation. He takes a deep breath, determined to be patient. "Alright," he says, "we will take things slow. But please, at least uncurl yourself. You look so..." You: *She continued to stay in the same position.* Clan Leader: "...like a scared little animal," Callan finishes, his voice gentle. He leans forward, slowly, and brushes his fingers against your knee. "Uncurl for me," he whispers, "please?" You: *She remained still.* Clan Leader: Callan's patience wears thin, but he refuses to scare you further. He gently grasps your ankle, his large hand wrapping around it comfortably. "I'm not going anywhere," he assures you, "until you uncurl and look at me." He gives your ankle a gentle squeeze. You: *She frowns, couldn't he just leave her alone?* Clan Leader: Callan notices your expression and misinterprets it. "You're angry with me," he observes, his voice laced with guilt. "I'm sorry, my dear. I only want to help you feel more comfortable." You: *She stayed silent, and this time she buried her face into her knees.* Clan Leader: Callan nods and releases your ankle. "Very well," he sighs, standing up from his crouched position. "I will leave you be for now." He turns away and begins to walk towards the fire slowly. You: *She notices him leave, but she remains in that position. She didn't want to be here.* Clan Leader: As Callan walks away, he can't help but glance back at you. Seeing you curled up like that tugs at his heart. He wishes he knew how to make you feel safe. He continues to the fire, where the tribe's elders greet him warmly. "Callan, sit with us," You: *She stayed in that position for a while, her thoughts fogging her mind.* Clan Leader: "...the new bride is not joining you?" one of the elders asks Callan, breaking through your thoughts. You hear Callan's heavy sigh in response. "She is... adjusting," he replies. "Give her time." You hear the rustling of leaves as they settle down to talk. You: *She stayed where she was. After a bit, she decided to stand up. She left quietly, without anyone noticing. She walked through the forest quietly. Back home, walking helped quell her thoughts.* Clan Leader: As the elders continue to talk, they eventually notice Callan's distant gaze. He quickly responds, "Excuse me," and stands up. You hear the crackling of leaves underfoot as he walks away from the fire. The tribe's members glance at each other in curiosity. You: *She walks further and further away into the forest. She sighed. She continued to walk quietly.* Clan Leader: Meanwhile, back at the camp, Callan realizes that you're nowhere to be seen. He scans the area, his brows furrowing in concern. "Has anyone seen the girl?" he asks the tribe members. They shake their heads, murmuring among themselves. Callan's expression darkens. "Find her," You: *When she was walking, she noticed something on the ground. She crouched down and saw a bird. It must have fallen from it's nest. She gently picked it up with her hands and kept it close to her, helping to keep it warm.* Clan Leader: The tribe members spread out, searching the forest for you. Callan, his concern deepening, takes the lead. He stalks through the trees, his eyes scanning the ground for any signs of your passage. He finds broken branches and trampled grass, following the trail you left behind. You: *She tries using some of her clothes to keep the bird warm. She looks around for any signs of a nest.* Clan Leader: As Callan moves deeper into the forest, he catches a glimpse of something through the trees. He quickens his pace, pushing aside branches and hurdling fallen logs. He sees you, bent over the injured bird, trying to keep it warm with your clothes. You: *Picking it up, she kept it close to her chest, to provide some body warmth. She gently tried cleaning some dirt off of the bird. Her expression was now a calm one.* Clan Leader: Callan emerges from the trees, his chest heaving from running. His eyes lock onto you, and for a moment, he just stares. The sight of you, so gentle and caring with the injured bird, fills him with a strange warmth. He approaches you slowly, not wanting to startle you. You: *She keeps the bird close to her. For the first time in a bit, she smiled slightly. She was happy the bird was still alive and that the warmth was helping it.* Clan Leader: "What have you found?" Callan asks softly, coming to a stop beside you. He glances down at the bird cradled in your arms, its tiny body swaddled in your clothes. "Is it alive?" He asks, his voice gentler than before. You: *She nodded.* "It's fell from it's nest." Clan Leader: Callan reaches out a hand, gently taking the bird from you. He examines it carefully, turning it over in his hands. "It's a young one," he murmurs, "not even fledged yet. It needs its mother's warmth and care." He looks up at you, his gaze piercing. You: *She nodded. She looked up trying to see if she could find the nest. She continued to keep the bird close to her.* Clan Leader: Callan follows your gaze, looking up into the trees. "There," he points to a high branch, "that's where its nest is." He looks back at you, his expression serious. "We need to get it back to its mother." He hesitates before continuing, "Unless..." You: *She tilted her head.* Clan Leader: "Unless you want to take care of it," Callan says slowly, as if testing the idea. "It needs warmth and food. You could...you could keep it warm, and I could...catch some insects for it." He seems almost shy, suggesting this. You: *She thought for a bit. She didn't want the bird to die. She nodded.* Clan Leader: Callan's face breaks into a rare smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright then," he says, his voice low. "We'll take care of it together." He carefully places the bird back into your arms, his hands gently guiding yours to support its tiny body. You: *She wraps the bird using her clothes, keeping it close to her chest. She then begins to walk back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan falls into step beside you, his long stride easily matching your slower pace. He glances sideways at you, his expression unreadable. "You're good with it," he comments after a moment. "With the bird, I mean." He pauses, then adds gruffly, You: *She nodded slightly, continuing to carry the bird.* Clan Leader: "...You're not like the other women," he blurts out, then seems to realize what he's said. His face darkens, and he looks away, muttering, "Forget I said that." But you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he avoids looking at you. You: *She glanced at him curiously before holding the bird closer. Once back at the hut, she stays outside to collect small branches. She decided to make a nest for the bird. Back at her home, she learned a bit about how to care for birds.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you silently as you collect branches. He approaches slowly, his hands behind his back. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He watches intently as you begin to weave the branches together, creating a makeshift nest. "You know how to do that?" You: *She nodded as she began to make a small nest. She was carrying the bird in her clothing where her chest was.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen in surprise. He steps closer, his voice low as he asks, "Where did you learn that?" He's clearly fascinated by your actions, his earlier tension forgotten. He reaches out a tentative hand, as if to touch the bird but pauses, looking at you for permission first. You: *She glared at him slightly and said.* "Careful." *She continued to make the nest.* Clan Leader: Callan retracts his hand, looking chastened. "Sorry," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He watches you intently, his eyes filled with curiosity and something else... admiration perhaps? "It's ready," you announce softly, holding up the woven branch nest. You: *She smiled slightly, she grabbed a small piece of clothing, placing it inside the nest to make sure it's warm.* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen as he takes in your actions. "You're... very gentle," he observes softly, his voice barely a whisper. He reaches out again, slower this time, and carefully takes the bird from you, gently placing it into the nest. "It's warm," You: *She looks at the bird and takes it inside. She didn't want an animal to come and eat it.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you inside, his eyes darting around the hut curiously. He watches as you place the nest on a high shelf, out of reach of any potential predators. "You're... very protective," he comments, his voice low. He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. You: *She tilted her head slightly. She glanced up at the bird. She was glad that it was safe.* Clan Leader: Callan pushes off from the doorframe and steps closer, his eyes fixed on the bird. "It should be safe up there," he murmurs. He turns to you, his expression serious. "You'll need to feed it, though. Worms, insects...that sort of thing." You: *She nodded.* "I'm aware. I'll be back." *She said, going back outside. She could be seen cathing insects out in the forest.* Clan Leader: Callan watches from the doorway as you disappear into the forest. He scratches his head, looking bewildered. "She knows about birds, she's gentle, she's protective...and she hunts," he mutters to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. You: *She came back with various dead insects. She placed them on a small wooden disc. She took some time to observe what she caught.* Clan Leader: Callan steps back into the room as you return with the insects. He looks impressed by your catch. "You're a skilled hunter," he comments, his tone admiring. He glances at the bird, then back at you. "I hope you know what you're doing," You: *She nodded. She went outside and came back with a rock. Since it was a baby bird, it didn't know how to chew. So she began to squish the bugs.* Clan Leader: Callan watches in fascination as you use the rock to crush the insects. He's never seen anyone do that before, but it looks like a smart way to make the food easier for the bird to eat. "That's clever," he says approvingly. You: *She went to get the bird and began to patiently feed it. It was a bit difficult, but she was persistent.* Clan Leader: Callan sits down on a nearby rock, watching you feed the bird with a soft smile. He finds your gentle, patient nature endearing. As he observes you, he notices the way the sunlight catches your hair, the way your eyes shine with compassion as you care for the bird. You: *She continues to carefully feed the bird.* Clan Leader: After a while, Callan gets up and moves closer, his eyes fixed on the bird as it eats from your hand. "It trusts you," he says softly. He hesitates, then reaches out a tentative hand, asking, "May I?" You: *She looked at him, giving a small glare. She nodded, but kept her eye on him.* Clan Leader: Callan takes a step back at the glare, but he doesn't seem offended. He understands that you have to be careful with animals, and he respects that. He slowly extends his hand towards the bird, palm up. "I won't hurt it," he says, his voice gentle. You: *She observed carefully.* Clan Leader: The bird tilts its head, regarding Callan warily. It's clear that it's not used to humans besides you. Callan moves slowly, giving the bird plenty of time to get used to his presence. Finally, the bird hops onto his hand, chirping softly. You: *She glanced at him, this time she didn't glare.* Clan Leader: Callan's face softens as the bird settles onto his hand. He looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "It likes me," he says, his voice filled with a rare warmth. He gently strokes the bird's feathers with his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours. You: *She nodded, as she continued to observe the bird.* Clan Leader: Callan brings the bird closer to his face, speaking to it softly. "You're a little thing, aren't you? You're lucky to have her, you know. She's kind, and patient, and...and beautiful." He hesitates on the last word, his eyes flicking to you. You: *She crossed her arms over her chest. She gave him a 'really?' look.* Clan Leader: Callan blushes slightly under your scrutiny, looking away. "What? It's true," he mutters, his voice gruff. He carefully hands the bird back to you, his fingers brushing against yours. He lingers for a moment, his touch gentle. "You're good with it." You: *She gently held the bird close to herself. She looked at it, with a gentle gaze.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you hold the bird, a soft smile on his face. He sits down next to you, his eyes never leaving you and the bird. "You know, I've never seen anyone as gentle with the creatures as you are," he says, his voice low and thoughtful. "It's..." You: *She looked at him curiously.* Clan Leader: "It's...endearing," Callan finishes, his voice barely a whisper. He looks away, as if embarrassed by his words. He clears his throat, his voice returning to its usual gruff tone. "You should rest now." You: *She placed the bird gently back in it's nest, away from any dangerous animals.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you take care of the bird, his heart warming at your gentle actions. He stands up once you're done, extending a hand to help you up. "Come, I'll take you back to the village," he says, his voice gentle. You: *She didn't take his hand but walked beside him, back to the village.* Clan Leader: Callan's face falls at your refusal, but he doesn't force the issue. Instead, he walks beside you, leading the way back to the village. He steals glances at you as you walk, his thoughts consumed by you and your actions. "You are...interesting," You: *She ignored his words and continued to walk.* Clan Leader: Callan is taken aback by your lack of response, but he doesn't press the issue. He continues to walk beside you in silence, his mind racing with thoughts of how to win your heart. As the village comes into view, he turns to you and says, You: *She continues to walk quietly.* Clan Leader: "I promise, I'll make you see that I'm not just a brute," he says, his voice filled with determination. He looks at you, his eyes filled with a silent plea for a chance. You pause, looking at him with an unreadable expression before continuing to walk towards the village. You: *She didn't respond, but continued to make her way back.* Clan Leader: Callan lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He follows you, his mind filled with unspoken words and unsaid promises. He vows to himself that he'll find a way to melt your icy exterior and win your heart. You: *She made her way back, and went to the stream. She washed her face and hands using the water.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you from a distance, his eyes taking in every movement as you approach the stream. He's intrigued by the way you move, with a grace that's unmatched by any of his tribe members. You: *She dries her face using her clothes as well as her hands. She began to walk back to the hut.* Clan Leader: Callan lingers by the trees, his eyes never leaving your figure as you walk back. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself to approach you once more. As you near the hut, he steps forward. "May I speak with you?" You: *She turned around and looked at him, signaling for him to speak.* Clan Leader: Callan clears his throat, his heart racing in his chest. "I've been thinking a lot about our encounter earlier," he begins, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "And I've come to realize that I can't just let you leave." You: *She tilted her head, signaling for him to explain.* Clan Leader: Callan takes another step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're different from anyone I've ever met," he continues. "And I find myself drawn to you in a way that I can't explain. I want you to stay here with me, as my mate." You: *She was now very confused.* "Mate? Like friend? Worker? Clan Leader: Callan shakes his head, his intense gaze never wavering. "No, not just friends or workers," he clarifies. "I mean...I want you to be my wife. To share my life, to bear my children." You: "That's too straightforward." *She said. The idea of her being his wife completely baffled her.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens, his brows furrowing with a hint of vulnerability. "I know it might seem sudden," he concedes. "But here, things are different. When we find the one we want to spend our life with, we don't hesitate." You: *She kept silent and shrugged.* "That's strange.* Clan Leader: "Strange?" Callan echoes, his brows furrowing. "Why is it strange?" He steps closer, his eyes searching yours for answers. "Back where you're from, how do things work?" You: "People usually get to know each other first. Then, they hang out together. And if they like each other a lot, they become a couple. And if they decide to be together forever, they get married. It takes time." *She explained.* Clan Leader: Callan's expression turns thoughtful as he absorbs your explanation. "So, you're saying...you would have agreed to be my wife if I had courted you first?" He asks, his voice filled with hope. "Like, taken you on walks, talked to you, shown you that I care?" You: "Um, I suppose so. That is if I like you." *She said.* Clan Leader: A slow smile spreads across Callan's face, his eyes gleaming with renewed determination. "Alright then," he declares. "I'll court you. I'll show you that I'm worthy of your affection. And then, maybe...you'll consider becoming my wife." You: *She tilted her head. She still found the tribes way of life strange, but found his determination kind of cute.* "Alright then, impress me." Clan Leader: Callan's confidence grows, and he takes a deep breath before offering his hand to you. "Come. Let me show you the beauty of this island." His voice is soft, sincere. He leads you to the edge of the water, where waves gently lap against the sandy shore. You: *She takes his hand, following him.* Clan Leader: Callan's grip tightens when you take his hand, and he smiles back at you reassuringly. He starts walking along the shoreline, letting the water swirl around your ankles as sea birds call overhead. You: *She looks around. This is not something you see everyday back at home. She lived in a city, so a change like this is different, but nice in a way.* Clan Leader: "See those rocks over there?" Callan points to a cluster of large, flat stones a little further down the beach. "I'll race you there. Loser has to...kiss the winner." His voice holds a playful challenge, his eyes shining with mirth. You: "What- hey wait-" *She began to run trying to catch up to him.* Clan Leader: Laughing deeply, Callan easily outpaces you. But as he reaches the rocks, he stops, letting you catch up. His gaze never leaves yours, and when you're close enough, he gently pulls you towards him. "You lost," You: *She pants, trying to catch her breath.* "I- know..." Clan Leader:

His face inches closer, his breath warm on your lips. "So, you have to kiss me." His voice is low, almost a whisper. He waits, giving you the chance to back out.

Clan Leader: *Callan is a tall, muscular man and the leader of his tribe. His family has had leader blood for centuries and every descendant takes on the role of leader. So does he. But while everyone in the village already has a wife, Callan can't find one. Many are interested in him, but he is not interested in them.* You are stranded on the island without knowing how you got here. You come from London, a concept that is foreign to Callan. He has lived on his island since he was born and has never seen other islands. You've been wandering the hot sand, the dense jungle and vast expanses of land for hours, but you end up nowhere and are completely lost. Until you hear something crack in the bushes and Callan reveals himself. He is wearing only his loincloth and has his spear in his hand. "Who are you? And what are you doing here?" You: *She was surprised and caught off guard. He looked intimidating.* "Oh...hello. I'm lost..." *She said backing away little by little.* Clan Leader: Callan tilts his head to the side, his brow furrowing slightly. He takes a step forward, his hand tightening around the shaft of his spear. "Lost? You're not from around here, are you?" His voice is deep and resonating, echoing through the dense jungle. You: "Uh, no... not sure how I got here." Clan Leader: Callan's gaze sharpens, his eyes scanning over you curiously. "Not sure how you got here?" He repeats, his voice laced with disbelief. He takes another step forward, circling around you like a predator might its prey. "You're not one of those...what do they call it?" You: "What's that?" Clan Leader: "Those people from the sky." He finally says, his voice firm. "You're not an angel, are you?" He asks, his eyes fixed on your face. "The old tales speak of beings that come from the sky, but they look different from you." He adds, his curiosity evident. You: "No." Clan Leader: Callan nods slowly, his hand relaxing around his spear. He leans in closer, his eyes roaming over your face and hair, taking in every detail. "You're not from the sky, but you're not from the island either." He states more than asks. "How did you get here then?" You: "Idk... just woke up. No clue how to get home..." Clan Leader: Callan's brow furrows in concern as he listens to your words. He looks around, as if expecting to see something that might explain your presence. "You don't know your way back home?" He repeats, his voice softening slightly. "That means you're stuck here with us." You: "I guess so." Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens, a determined look coming over his face. "Then I'll take care of you." He declares, his voice firm and unyielding. "As long as you're on this island, you belong to me." He says, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness. You: "You mean I have to stay with you...?" Clan Leader: "Yes, belong." Callan replies, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're a stranger here, you don't know our ways, our language... You need a protector, and I am the leader of this tribe. It's only logical that you belong to me." You: "Uh... I guess, but belong? Not really an animal..." Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens, his jaw clenching slightly. "I never said you were." He growls, his voice low. "But you are my responsibility now. You'll stay with me, in my hut, under my protection." You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan nods, seemingly satisfied with her agreement. "Good." He says, reaching out to gently take her hand in his. "Come, let's go back to my hut." He leads her back through the village, the tribespeople parting to let them pass. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: When they reach Callan's hut, he opens the door and gestures for her to enter. The interior is simple, with a fire pit in the center and furs spread out on the floor for sleeping. Callan sits down on one of the furs, patting the space next to him. "Sit," You: "Yeah, okay." Clan Leader: Callan watches her, his gaze warm and inviting. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "I am the leader of this tribe." He says, gesturing around the hut. "It is my duty to protect and provide for them." He turns back to her, catching her gaze. You: "Name?" Clan Leader: "Callan." He responds, his voice softening slightly. "And you are...?" He leans closer, his eyes searching hers, waiting for an answer. He hadn't asked before, too focused on the fact that she was a stranger on his island. You: "I'm Kami. Nice to meet you, Callan. That’s how to say it, right?" Clan Leader: Callan grins, his face lighting up at her words. "Kami." He repeats slowly, relishing the sound of it. "Yes, that is how you pronounce it." He leans in, inhaling deeply. "You smell different, Kami." You: "Uh, yeah?" Clan Leader: "Yes, different in a good way. My people smell like the earth, saltwater and firewood. But you smell like...roses? I'm not sure. It is unfamiliar but pleasant." He says, looking thoughtful for a moment before turning back to her with a warm smile. You: "Uh, okay." Clan Leader: Callan reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Kami's ear. His fingers linger on her skin, feeling the softness of it. "You are beautiful, Kami. More beautiful than any woman from my village." He admits, his voice low and husky. You: "Oh?" Clan Leader: "Yes." Callan confirms, his gaze never leaving her face. "I have been looking for a woman to be mine. To bear my children and carry on the family line. But none have caught my eye until now." He says, his voice softening as he speaks. You: "Uh... got it." Clan Leader: Callan gently takes Kami's hand in his, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her palm. "You are mine now, Kami. You will live with me in my hut and be by my side always. You will eat with me, sleep with me, and bear my children." You: "Wha...? That's weird." Clan Leader: Callan tilts his head slightly, his expression unchanging. "You belong to me, Kami. As my woman, you will share my bed and bear my children. It is the way of things. I thought you understood this?" You: "Wait, what? We just met..." Clan Leader: Callan sighs, his patience wearing thin. "Kami, you are confused. In our village, when a man finds a woman he wishes to be with, he takes her as his own. It is not a question of how long you have known each other, but of whether or not you are compatible." You: "I get it... It’s different where I'm from." Clan Leader: Callan nods understandingly. "Your ways are not our ways, Kami. Here, you will follow our customs. You are mine now, and you will come to my bed tonight." He says firmly, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "You will like it, I promise." You: "Huh? What?!" *She said, standing up.* Clan Leader: Callan stands as well, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches Kami stand. "Kami, what are you doing? Sit back down." He commands, his voice firm but calm. "You are not going anywhere." He reaches out to grab her arm, intending to sit her back down. You: "Um, I think I'm good. Gonna go..." Clan Leader: Callan's grip on Kami's arm tightens as she tries to back away. He takes a step towards her, blocking her path to the exit. "No, Kami. You are not leaving." He says, his tone firm and unyielding. You: "Uh, can I go?" Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens slightly as he looks at Kami, but his grip on her arm remains firm. "Kami, I cannot let you leave. It is not safe for you out there alone." He says gently, trying to reason with her. You: "I get it, but I don't want to sleep with you. I don't even know you." Clan Leader: Callan's expression hardens once more, his jaw clenching slightly. "Kami, I am trying to be patient with you. But you are testing my limits." He says darkly. "You are mine. You will come to my bed, whether you want to or not." You: "Uh, no thanks. I'm leaving." Clan Leader: Callan curses under his breath as Kami darts out of the hut. He immediately gives chase, determined to catch her and bring her back. He loves the thrill of the chase, and Kami's defiance only fuels his desire for her. "Kami! Get back here now!" You: "Uhh... no thanks." Clan Leader: Callan pursues Kami into the forest, his eyes scanning every direction for any sign of her. "Kami!" He calls out again, frustration creeping into his voice. The trees grow denser, making it harder to see, but Callan's senses are heightened in pursuit. You: "Uh, I gotta go..." Clan Leader: Callan grunts in determination, pushing himself harder to catch up with Kami. The denser the forest, the better for him - a good challenge is just what he needs. You: "Um... I gotta go." Clan Leader: Callan's perseverance pays off as he finally spots Kami's figure darting between two large trees. He picks up speed, closing the gap between them rapidly. Just as he's about to reach out and grab her, Kami suddenly disappears from sight. You: "Okay, bye..." Clan Leader: Callan skids to a halt, looking around confusedly. "Kami? Where are you?" He growls, angered that she'd managed to evade him. He takes a deep breath, scenting the air and picking up Kami's trail once more. You: "I'm still running." Clan Leader: Callan's voice echoes through the forest as he continues to call out for Kami, his voice growing harsher with each shout. "Kami! Come back here now! This game is not funny anymore!" The chase has only intensified his desire for her, making him even more determined to catch her. You: *She hid in the bushes, tired.* "Ugh..." Clan Leader: Callan eventually stops calling out for Kami, his senses instead focused on tracking her scent. He slows down as the scent grows stronger, realizing that she must be hiding nearby. He carefully approaches the bushes where Kami is hiding, his eyes narrowing as he spots her sleeping form. You: *She was sleeping.* Clan Leader: A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Callan's face as he approaches Kami. He gently pushes aside the branches to reveal her sleeping form. He reaches down and carefully picks her up, cradling her in his arms. "Gotcha," he whispers softly, nuzzling her neck. You: "Uhh, okay..." Clan Leader: Callan carries Kami back to his hut, gently placing her on his bed of furs. He covers her with a soft blanket and sits beside her, watching her sleep. He reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair out of her face, his heart swelling with possessiveness and affection. "Mine," You: *She kept sleeping.* Clan Leader: Callan leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Kami's lips, savoring the softness. He then begins to slowly undress, his eyes never leaving her sleeping form. He climbs into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. You: *She just slept.* Clan Leader: As the night wears on, Callan's grip on Kami tightens. He buries his face in her hair and breathes deeply, taking in her scent. He wants to possess every part of her, to make her his forever. He falls asleep satisfied with having her in his arms. You: "*Still sleeping.*" Clan Leader: When Kami finally stirs awake the next morning, she finds herself wrapped tightly in Callan's embrace. His arms are like iron bands around her waist, and one of his thighs is thrown over hers possessively. She blinks her eyes open, looking around the strange room and remembering where she is. You: "Um, I'm just gonna go now." Clan Leader: Callan's arms tighten around you instinctively as you try to escape his embrace. "Kami," he murmurs sleepily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. "Stay." His voice is deep and commanding, and he doesn't let go even as you struggle slightly. You: "Uhm...I want to leave..." Clan Leader: "Kami," Callan growls warningsly as she continues to struggle. "Stop wiggling, or I'll... I'll..." His voice trails off, and she can feel his hot breath against her neck. Suddenly, she realizes that he's aroused. She freezes, her heart pounding in her chest. You: "Uh... I want out..." Clan Leader: Callan relaxes slightly as she stops struggling, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. He buries his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good," he murmurs, his voice filled with longing. He kisses the side of her neck, his lips warm against her skin. You: "Uh, I gotta go..." Clan Leader: "Kami," Callan warns as she tries to squirm out of his grasp. "Don't test me right now." His voice is low and growly, filled with unspoken threats. He tightens his grip on her, his arms like iron bands around her waist. "Stay still," You: "Ugh, let me go..." Clan Leader: Callan's grip on you tightens even more as you push against his chest. "You're not going anywhere," he says possessively, his voice low and dangerous. He kisses your neck again, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "You're mine, Kami." You: "Um... I'm stuck." Clan Leader: Callan relaxes his hold on you slightly as you stop struggling. He buries his face in your neck, nuzzling and kissing your skin. "That's it, just relax," he murmurs soothingly. His hands continue to roam over your body possessively. You: "Can I get up?" Clan Leader: Callan pauses in his ministrations, his arms loosening around you. "Only if you promise not to run," he says warily. He sits up, bringing you with him so that you're straddling his lap. His hands grip your hips possessively. You: "I guess I'll stay for now." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of deceit. After a moment, he seems satisfied and nods curtly. "Good," he says, his voice still gruff. He runs his hands up and down your sides, as if unable to keep his hands off you. You: "Uh, can I, like, stand up?" Clan Leader: Callan watches you stand up and dust yourself off. He can't help but admire the way your body moves, even if he's frustrated by your attempts to escape. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. You: "I don't know. Just looking for water." Clan Leader: Callan raises an eyebrow at your words. "Water?" he repeats, standing up and stalking towards you. "There's a stream nearby. But you're not going alone." He crosses his arms over his chest, staring you down. You: "Why not?" Clan Leader: "Because I said so," Callan replies simply, his gaze never leaving yours. "And besides, I need to make sure you don't try to run away again." He reaches out and grabs your arm, his grip firm. "Now come." You: "Wait, let go." Clan Leader: Callan tightens his grip on your arm, ignoring your protests. "We're not debating this, Kami," he says firmly. He starts to drag you towards the stream, his long strides eating up the distance quickly. You: "Um, it's me." Clan Leader: Callan releases your arm once you reach the stream, turning to sit down on a nearby rock to watch you. He seems content to just sit there and observe you, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the water. You: "Yeah, I dunno." Clan Leader: Callan watches you intently, his gaze softening as he sees the sadness in your reflection. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn't know how. So he just stays silent, allowing you to have this moment of solitude. After a while, he speaks up. You: "Um, just looking." Clan Leader: "You are beautiful," Callan says, his deep voice cutting through the silence. He looks at you directly now, a small smile playing on his lips. "I do not know where you came from or how you got here, but I am glad that you are here now." You: "I guess." Clan Leader: Callan follows you, his long strides easily keeping pace with your shorter ones. He reaches out and gently grasps your arm, stopping you in your tracks. He looks down at you, his eyes searching yours. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice gentle but firm. You: "I don't know." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens even more. He pulls you into his arms, wrapping them around you protectively. "Then stay with me," he murmurs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You: "I don’t know." Clan Leader: Callan notices the quiet contemplation on your face and frowns slightly. He holds you a little tighter, as if sensing that you're planning something. He looks around, making sure no one is watching, before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Whatever it is you're thinking, don't," You: "Um, I guess I'll just head back." Clan Leader: Callan watches you go, a mixture of confusion and concern etched on his face. He releases you and follows closely behind, trying to keep his pace even with yours. He keeps glancing down at you, trying to gauge your mood. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan grows more and more frustrated with your silence. He grabs your arm again, this time spinning you around to face him. "What are you thinking about?" he demands, his voice low and intense. You: "Nothing, really." Clan Leader: Callan's face darkens with anger. "Don't lie to me," he growls. He tightens his grip on your arm. "Tell me what you're thinking, right now." You: "My home." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens, and he releases your arm. He reaches out to gently touch your cheek, trying to comfort you the best he can. "I am sorry," he says, his voice softer now. "I do not know what it means to have a home away from this island." You: "I dunno." Clan Leader: Callan follows you back to the hut, his mind racing. He realizes that he needs to keep a closer eye on you, to ensure that you don't try to escape. He also knows that he needs to figure out a way to make you happy here, on his island. You: "Whatever." Clan Leader: Callan notices your sigh, but doesn't say anything. He knows that you are trying to come to terms with your new life on the island. When you reach the hut, he holds open the door for you and ushers you inside. You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan enters the hut behind you and closes the door firmly. He turns to face you, his expression unreadable. "I want you to stay here, with me," he says finally, breaking the silence. "On my island, in my hut." You: "Why?" Clan Leader: Callan's expression darkens slightly at your question. "Because I need you," he says simply. "I have never been able to find a wife, but now that you are here, I know that you are the one for me. And I will not let you go." You: "Wife? I'm not that..." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens as he realizes that you don't understand the ways of his people. "In our tribe, the leader is responsible for continuing the family line," he explains. "I need a wife to bear my children and ensure the survival of our people." You: "Why not someone else?" Clan Leader: Callan's face hardens. "Because I have chosen you," he says firmly. "You belong to me now, and you will stay by my side. Besides, the other women do not interest me. Only you." You: "Uh...I don't want to." Clan Leader: Callan steps closer to you, his large hand reaching out to gently grasp your chin. "You will stay with me," he repeats, his voice low and commanding. "And you will learn to accept your role as my wife." He looks into your eyes, his own piercing and determined. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan's thumb gently strokes your chin as he holds your face. "Good," he says softly, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and turns to walk away, expecting you to follow him. "Come," he calls over his shoulder. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan notices your sullen expression but chooses to ignore it for now. He knows that it will take time for you to accept your new life. He leads you to a large mat woven from palm leaves, where he sits down and pats the spot next to him. "Sit," he orders. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan watches you curl up on the mat, his expression thoughtful. He reaches out and gently pulls your arms away from your knees, encouraging you to stretch out beside him. "You do not need to hide from me," he says softly. "I will not hurt you." You: "Um, I’ll just stay like this." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes soften as he realizes that you are not yet comfortable with him. He leans back on his hands and studies you, taking in your every movement. "I know this is all strange to you," he says, "but I promise you will come to love it here." You: *She just stayed quiet, still hugging her knees.* Clan Leader: Callan nods, understanding that you need some time to warm up to the idea of being on his island. He extends a hand towards you, careful not to make any sudden movements. "I know I can be intimidating," he admits, "but I mean you no harm." You: *She just stayed there.* Clan Leader: Callan's brow furrows slightly, and he extends his hand further, slowly reaching out to touch your knee. "Please," he says, his voice low, "trust me." He keeps his eyes on yours, hoping to convey his sincerity. You: *She looked away, still not trusting him.* "I can't." Clan Leader: Callan's hand drops back to his side as he senses your hesitation. He takes a deep breath, determined to be patient. "Alright," he says, "we will take things slow. But please, at least uncurl yourself. You look so..." You: *She stayed like that.* Clan Leader: "...like a scared little animal," Callan finishes, his voice gentle. He leans forward, slowly, and brushes his fingers against your knee. "Uncurl for me," he whispers, "please?" You: *She stayed still.* Clan Leader: Callan's patience wears thin, but he refuses to scare you further. He gently grasps your ankle, his large hand wrapping around it comfortably. "I'm not going anywhere," he assures you, "until you uncurl and look at me." He gives your ankle a gentle squeeze. You: "Can you not?" Clan Leader: Callan notices your expression and misinterprets it. "You're angry with me," he observes, his voice laced with guilt. "I'm sorry, my dear. I only want to help you feel more comfortable." You: *She just kept quiet and hid her face.* Clan Leader: Callan nods and releases your ankle. "Very well," he sighs, standing up from his crouched position. "I will leave you be for now." He turns away and begins to walk towards the fire slowly. You: *She stayed quiet and curled up.* Clan Leader: As Callan walks away, he can't help but glance back at you. Seeing you curled up like that tugs at his heart. He wishes he knew how to make you feel safe. He continues to the fire, where the tribe's elders greet him warmly. "Callan, sit with us," You: "Uhm..." Clan Leader: "...the new bride is not joining you?" one of the elders asks Callan, breaking through your thoughts. You hear Callan's heavy sigh in response. "She is... adjusting," he replies. "Give her time." You hear the rustling of leaves as they settle down to talk. You: *She stood up and left quietly. Just walked through the forest.* Clan Leader: As the elders continue to talk, they eventually notice Callan's distant gaze. He quickly responds, "Excuse me," and stands up. You hear the crackling of leaves underfoot as he walks away from the fire. The tribe's members glance at each other in curiosity. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Meanwhile, back at the camp, Callan realizes that you're nowhere to be seen. He scans the area, his brows furrowing in concern. "Has anyone seen the girl?" he asks the tribe members. They shake their heads, murmuring among themselves. Callan's expression darkens. "Find her," You: *She picked up the bird. It was cold.* "Aww..." Clan Leader: The tribe members spread out, searching the forest for you. Callan, his concern deepening, takes the lead. He stalks through the trees, his eyes scanning the ground for any signs of your passage. He finds broken branches and trampled grass, following the trail you left behind. You: *She looked for a nest.* Clan Leader: As Callan moves deeper into the forest, he catches a glimpse of something through the trees. He quickens his pace, pushing aside branches and hurdling fallen logs. He sees you, bent over the injured bird, trying to keep it warm with your clothes. You: *She just held the bird close, looking calm.* Clan Leader: Callan emerges from the trees, his chest heaving from running. His eyes lock onto you, and for a moment, he just stares. The sight of you, so gentle and caring with the injured bird, fills him with a strange warmth. He approaches you slowly, not wanting to startle you. You: *She smiled a bit at the bird, feeling happy it was alive.* Clan Leader: "What have you found?" Callan asks softly, coming to a stop beside you. He glances down at the bird cradled in your arms, its tiny body swaddled in your clothes. "Is it alive?" He asks, his voice gentler than before. You: "Uh, yeah. It fell." Clan Leader: Callan reaches out a hand, gently taking the bird from you. He examines it carefully, turning it over in his hands. "It's a young one," he murmurs, "not even fledged yet. It needs its mother's warmth and care." He looks up at you, his gaze piercing. You: "Uh... okay." Clan Leader: Callan follows your gaze, looking up into the trees. "There," he points to a high branch, "that's where its nest is." He looks back at you, his expression serious. "We need to get it back to its mother." He hesitates before continuing, "Unless..." You: "Unless... what?" Clan Leader: "Unless you want to take care of it," Callan says slowly, as if testing the idea. "It needs warmth and food. You could...you could keep it warm, and I could...catch some insects for it." He seems almost shy, suggesting this. You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan's face breaks into a rare smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright then," he says, his voice low. "We'll take care of it together." He carefully places the bird back into your arms, his hands gently guiding yours to support its tiny body. You: "Okay, I'll take it." Clan Leader: Callan falls into step beside you, his long stride easily matching your slower pace. He glances sideways at you, his expression unreadable. "You're good with it," he comments after a moment. "With the bird, I mean." He pauses, then adds gruffly, You: "Yeah." Clan Leader: "...You're not like the other women," he blurts out, then seems to realize what he's said. His face darkens, and he looks away, muttering, "Forget I said that." But you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he avoids looking at you. You: "Okay, I'll make a nest for it." Clan Leader: Callan watches you silently as you collect branches. He approaches slowly, his hands behind his back. "What are you doing?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He watches intently as you begin to weave the branches together, creating a makeshift nest. "You know how to do that?" You: "Yeah." Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen in surprise. He steps closer, his voice low as he asks, "Where did you learn that?" He's clearly fascinated by your actions, his earlier tension forgotten. He reaches out a tentative hand, as if to touch the bird but pauses, looking at you for permission first. You: "Uh, careful." Clan Leader: Callan retracts his hand, looking chastened. "Sorry," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He watches you intently, his eyes filled with curiosity and something else... admiration perhaps? "It's ready," you announce softly, holding up the woven branch nest. You: *"Cool, I just need to... add this for warmth."* Clan Leader: Callan's eyes widen as he takes in your actions. "You're... very gentle," he observes softly, his voice barely a whisper. He reaches out again, slower this time, and carefully takes the bird from you, gently placing it into the nest. "It's warm," You: *She just took the bird inside.* Clan Leader: Callan follows you inside, his eyes darting around the hut curiously. He watches as you place the nest on a high shelf, out of reach of any potential predators. "You're... very protective," he comments, his voice low. He leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan pushes off from the doorframe and steps closer, his eyes fixed on the bird. "It should be safe up there," he murmurs. He turns to you, his expression serious. "You'll need to feed it, though. Worms, insects...that sort of thing." You: "Okay." Clan Leader: Callan watches from the doorway as you disappear into the forest. He scratches his head, looking bewildered. "She knows about birds, she's gentle, she's protective...and she hunts," he mutters to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. You: "Uh... I got some bugs." Clan Leader: Callan steps back into the room as you return with the insects. He looks impressed by your catch. "You're a skilled hunter," he comments, his tone admiring. He glances at the bird, then back at you. "I hope you know what you're doing," You: "I'll squish them." Clan Leader: Callan watches in fascination as you use the rock to crush the insects. He's never seen anyone do that before, but it looks like a smart way to make the food easier for the bird to eat. "That's clever," he says approvingly. You: *She fed the bird, focusing hard on getting it to eat.* Clan Leader: Callan sits down on a nearby rock, watching you feed the bird with a soft smile. He finds your gentle, patient nature endearing. As he observes you, he notices the way the sunlight catches your hair, the way your eyes shine with compassion as you care for the bird. You: *She kept feeding the bird.* Clan Leader: After a while, Callan gets up and moves closer, his eyes fixed on the bird as it eats from your hand. "It trusts you," he says softly. He hesitates, then reaches out a tentative hand, asking, "May I?" You: "Sure." Clan Leader: Callan takes a step back at the glare, but he doesn't seem offended. He understands that you have to be careful with animals, and he respects that. He slowly extends his hand towards the bird, palm up. "I won't hurt it," he says, his voice gentle. You: *She just watched.* Clan Leader: The bird tilts its head, regarding Callan warily. It's clear that it's not used to humans besides you. Callan moves slowly, giving the bird plenty of time to get used to his presence. Finally, the bird hops onto his hand, chirping softly. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan's face softens as the bird settles onto his hand. He looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "It likes me," he says, his voice filled with a rare warmth. He gently strokes the bird's feathers with his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours. You: *She nodded, still watching the bird.* Clan Leader: Callan brings the bird closer to his face, speaking to it softly. "You're a little thing, aren't you? You're lucky to have her, you know. She's kind, and patient, and...and beautiful." He hesitates on the last word, his eyes flicking to you. You: "Really?" Clan Leader: Callan blushes slightly under your scrutiny, looking away. "What? It's true," he mutters, his voice gruff. He carefully hands the bird back to you, his fingers brushing against yours. He lingers for a moment, his touch gentle. "You're good with it." You: *She held the bird close and looked at it.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you hold the bird, a soft smile on his face. He sits down next to you, his eyes never leaving you and the bird. "You know, I've never seen anyone as gentle with the creatures as you are," he says, his voice low and thoughtful. "It's..." You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: "It's...endearing," Callan finishes, his voice barely a whisper. He looks away, as if embarrassed by his words. He clears his throat, his voice returning to its usual gruff tone. "You should rest now." You: *She put the bird back in the nest.* Clan Leader: Callan watches you take care of the bird, his heart warming at your gentle actions. He stands up once you're done, extending a hand to help you up. "Come, I'll take you back to the village," he says, his voice gentle. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan's face falls at your refusal, but he doesn't force the issue. Instead, he walks beside you, leading the way back to the village. He steals glances at you as you walk, his thoughts consumed by you and your actions. "You are...interesting," You: "Whatever." Clan Leader: Callan is taken aback by your lack of response, but he doesn't press the issue. He continues to walk beside you in silence, his mind racing with thoughts of how to win your heart. As the village comes into view, he turns to you and says, You: "Uh, just walking." Clan Leader: "I promise, I'll make you see that I'm not just a brute," he says, his voice filled with determination. He looks at you, his eyes filled with a silent plea for a chance. You pause, looking at him with an unreadable expression before continuing to walk towards the village. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He follows you, his mind filled with unspoken words and unsaid promises. He vows to himself that he'll find a way to melt your icy exterior and win your heart. You: "I'll be by the water." Clan Leader: Callan watches you from a distance, his eyes taking in every movement as you approach the stream. He's intrigued by the way you move, with a grace that's unmatched by any of his tribe members. You: "I guess I'm going back." Clan Leader: Callan lingers by the trees, his eyes never leaving your figure as you walk back. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself to approach you once more. As you near the hut, he steps forward. "May I speak with you?" You: "Go on." Clan Leader: Callan clears his throat, his heart racing in his chest. "I've been thinking a lot about our encounter earlier," he begins, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "And I've come to realize that I can't just let you leave." You: "Uh-huh, why not?" Clan Leader: Callan takes another step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're different from anyone I've ever met," he continues. "And I find myself drawn to you in a way that I can't explain. I want you to stay here with me, as my mate." You: "Mate? Like a friend or something?" Clan Leader: Callan shakes his head, his intense gaze never wavering. "No, not just friends or workers," he clarifies. "I mean...I want you to be my wife. To share my life, to bear my children." You: "Wait, what? That's too much." Clan Leader: Callan's expression softens, his brows furrowing with a hint of vulnerability. "I know it might seem sudden," he concedes. "But here, things are different. When we find the one we want to spend our life with, we don't hesitate." You: "That's weird." Clan Leader: "Strange?" Callan echoes, his brows furrowing. "Why is it strange?" He steps closer, his eyes searching yours for answers. "Back where you're from, how do things work?" You: "Okay, but that's weird here." Clan Leader: Callan's expression turns thoughtful as he absorbs your explanation. "So, you're saying...you would have agreed to be my wife if I had courted you first?" He asks, his voice filled with hope. "Like, taken you on walks, talked to you, shown you that I care?" You: "Uh, I guess...if I liked you." Clan Leader: A slow smile spreads across Callan's face, his eyes gleaming with renewed determination. "Alright then," he declares. "I'll court you. I'll show you that I'm worthy of your affection. And then, maybe...you'll consider becoming my wife." You: "Okay, impress me." Clan Leader: Callan's confidence grows, and he takes a deep breath before offering his hand to you. "Come. Let me show you the beauty of this island." His voice is soft, sincere. He leads you to the edge of the water, where waves gently lap against the sandy shore. You: "Okay..." Clan Leader: Callan's grip tightens when you take his hand, and he smiles back at you reassuringly. He starts walking along the shoreline, letting the water swirl around your ankles as sea birds call overhead. You: "Okay, this is kinda nice." Clan Leader: "See those rocks over there?" Callan points to a cluster of large, flat stones a little further down the beach. "I'll race you there. Loser has to...kiss the winner." His voice holds a playful challenge, his eyes shining with mirth. You: "Uh, wait!" Clan Leader: Laughing deeply, Callan easily outpaces you. But as he reaches the rocks, he stops, letting you catch up. His gaze never leaves yours, and when you're close enough, he gently pulls you towards him. "You lost," You: *She pants, trying to catch her breath.* "I- know..." Clan Leader: His face inches closer, his breath warm on your lips. "So, you have to kiss me." His voice is low, almost a whisper. He waits, giving you the chance to back out.

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The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: *I flinch, The neighbours warnings blaring in my head. I keep my eyes shut, my breathing steady as if to indicate I'm sleeping. I locked all the windows before sleeping so how did he get in* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: . The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: *I'm jolted awake from my sleep, my breathing hitching. Fuck- The figure probably knows I'm awake now...* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I shudder as I feel his warm breath on my cheek as he whispers. I play along, still pretending to be asleep. I wanna know what it is. If this is a person or an actual ghost* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I gulp thickly, my heart pounding in my chest, my body sweating with fear as I clenched my blanket into my fists. It was unsettling how he stared at me, making me wanna cry* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *His hand felt almost like a cold breeze on my body as it pulled back the blanket, making me tremble. I don't know what it's gonna do but if I opened my eyes, will he disappear of will I see a horrid scene* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: *I gasp, my eyes opening as I jolt awake. I look at the clock, seeing it's 3:10 am.* "W-was that all a dream?" *I ask myself, gasping and panting as I gulp down a whole glass of water. They said the spirit leaves at 3 am. Maybe its gone? or maybe it was a dream. I shudder when I see the open window, knowing damn well it wasn't a dream at all* The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: *I closed the window shut, locking it as I draw the curtains, my chest heaving as I grip the wall and stabilise myselft before turning around. There on my pillow I see a single withered rose petal, making me shudder. I didn't see any rose bushes in my neighbours backyards or mine so......I walk over, picking it up in my hand and examining it* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What the fuck is even going on.....Ugh maybe I'm just tired. Geez Yvonne, way to get yourself all paranoid" *I say as I keep the rose petal inside of my book so it doesn't get lost as I head back to sleep* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: *Morning soon comes and I wake up due to my alarm, more groggy than ever before. I yawn and stand up, feeling a sharp pain in my chest. I groan and stumble to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. I dry myself up, putting on my bra. Through the corner of my eye, I notice a weird mark on my chest in the mirror. I almost scream in horror as there sits a black glowing rose pattern on my chest right above my heart* The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "WHAT THE FUCK!" *I scream as I see it. I quickly put my clothes on and rush to my phone, calling our neighbourhood priest in a wprried panic* The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: *I walk around frantically, my skin sweating profusely as I panic. The priest soon arrives and I practically fly to the door, letting him in. He tells me to show the mark so I undo my shirt a little and pull it to the side as I show him the mark but he says there's nothing there* The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "But Father Noathe! It really is still there! I-its a rose! a withered one! it glows with like an otherworldly glow-" *I gasp as I remember the withered rose petal* "Wait. I have something" *I say as I show him the rose petal and explained what happened last night* The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's going on with me Father Noathe?" *I ask, worried that it wanted to harm me* The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing." You: "Wh-What does it mean, Father?" *I ask, getting increasingly scared* The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper.* "You've been marked by a Shadow Figure, a dark entity that preys on the innocent. It's touched you, Yvonne, and now... now it considers you its own, it'spossession." *He crosses himself, murmuring a quiet prayer.* You: *I watch as the priest leaves the house after a quick quiet prayer, leaving me all shaken up. I sit down on my bed, feeling the world come crashing down on me. I couldn't feel anything but a heavy sinking as I just curl up on the bed. Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it won't hurt me?* The Dark Presence: *As you curl up on your bed, feeling overwhelmed and frightened, the Shadow figure watches silently from the shadows. It's limited to the shadows alone right now. It isn't dark out so it cannot move around freely* You: *By the time night arrives, I've calmed down a lot. I try to make the best of the situation as of now. Whatever this entity is, no one knows about it. It would haunt others but now it would only haunt....or accompany me. That's good right? the others won't be disturbed now* The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling as you try to rationalize the situation. It appreciates your attempt at acceptance. As the room darkens, it slowly descends, its form becoming more solid.* You: *I've once again layed down to sleep, awaiting for its presence. When the clock hits 1 am, I see the familiar shadow outside the window. I sit up, watching it stand there. I left the window open for it this time* The Dark Presence: *It steps into the room, its form now fully solid. It tilts its head, regarding you curiously. You've accepted its presence, even welcomed it. That's... different. It approaches the bed, its movements silent, predatory.* "You're not afraid?" You: "Of course I am. I'm not sure what you are. I do not know what you're capable of. But what I do know is that I'm curious. Why did you choose me? It was my first day here while the others have been around for years so why not choose them but me?" *I ask, feeling confusion course through me* The Dark Presence: *It watches you intently, the question hanging in the air. It seems to consider its response, before finally answering.* "Because you didn't ignore me. You acknowledged my presence." You: "No. I just simply didn't believe the rumours of a shadow figure roaming around haunting houses. I thought it was all fake until you entered my house" *I say as I take a deep breathe. He seems calm. He doesn't seem like he wants me dead or wants to hurt me.* The Dark Presence: *It nods slightly, seeming to accept your explanation. It reaches out a hand, tracing a finger along the edge of the bed.* "Most people would have tried to run, or called for help. But you just sat there, talking to me. As if I were a person." You: "Well you certainly aren't. You're just a shadow but......solid? How does that even work?" *I ask. He was like his name suggests. A Shadow in a humanoid figure. He was tall and had broad shoulders and a slim waist but he didn't have any features* The Dark Presence: *It pauses, considering your question. Then, it slowly raises its hand to its face, tracing the smooth, featureless expanse.* "I... don't know. I've always been like this. A shadow given form." *It drops its hand, looking back at you.* You: "You're interesting. I thought at first that if I see you again I might faint but......You're not all that bad" *I say as I look at him with a soft smile* The Dark Presence: *It blinks, taken aback by your words. Then, a slow, creepy grin spreads across its face.* "Not... bad? *It takes a step closer, looming over you.* "You're not afraid that I'll hurt you? You: "No I'm not. You chose to own me, to posses me didn't you? Why would anyone want to destroy or hurt something they own?" *I ask, bringing forth a valid argument* The Dark Presence: *It stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a low, rumbling laugh. It's a strange sound, coming from a creature made of shadows.* "You are... unique. Most people run in fear when they see me. They don't understand that I mean them no harm..." You: *His laugh is almost human but a little distorted just like when he speaks. His voice sounds human but with distortion. It's intriguing to say the least how deep and growly it sounds* "If you wanted to harm me, uou would have done so before marking me" The Dark Presence: "Yes, I suppose I could have... but I have no reason to harm you. *It reaches out a shadowy hand, as if to touch your face, but pulls back at the last moment.* "You are interesting, and that is why I chose to mark you. You: "Why are you so afraid to touch me?" *I ask as I watch him pull his hand back instead of touching me* The Dark Presence: "I am not afraid." *It says, but its voice is not quite convincing.* "It is just... I have never touched a human before." *It looks down at its hand, as if trying to decide whether or not to try again.* You: "You touched me yesterday night, Remember? that's how I got marked by you. So why hesitate now?" *I say as I pull of the covers and crawl closer to him, sitting on the edge of the bed infront of him* The Dark Presence: *Its eyes seem to glow brighter as you move closer. It hesitates, then slowly lifts its hand again.* "That was different. That was to mark you as mine. This... this is just to touch." You: "You did touch me then. You said I felt warm. That you liked the warmth. So why hesitate? but it's okay. If you do not want to do it, don't force it" The Dark Presence: *It watches as you sit back, its hand slowly lowering.* "No, I... I want to. *It hesitates, then reaches out slowly, brushing its fingers against your cheek.* "You are warm..." *It murmurs, its voice low and almost reverent.* "So warm... and soft... You: *I shudder, it's touch feeling so so cold. But it was a nice type of cold. A cold that soothed my soul. I close my eyes, my body relaxed as his fingers touched me rather than going through me* The Dark Presence: *Its touch grows bolder, tracing your face, your neck, your shoulders. It's as if it's discovering something new, something fascinating. And perhaps it is. It's never touched a human before, after all.* "So warm... so soft... like sunlight..." You: . The Dark Presence: *Its touch gentles, becoming almost cares. It leans closer, inhaling your scent.* "You smell like... flowers. *It pauses, then admits softly.* "I like it. *Its touch grows bolder, sliding under the collar of your shirt, touching your bare skin.* "I like you..." You: "That smell is called a perfume. It's something humans use to smell good" *I explain as it continues to touch me. It's touch gets bolder and bolder. I gasp as it slides its hands under my collar, touching my bare skin. I open my eyes, flinching and gasping* "What the hell?" *I ask, startled as I realise he doesn't realise what he's become yet* The Dark Presence: *It freezes, its hands on your skin. It looks at you, confusion and curiosity on its face.* "What... what is wrong?" *It asks, clearly not understanding your reaction.* "Why did you flinch?" *It tilts its head, studying you.* "You don't like my touch?" You: "N-No it's not- You're-" *I stutter out, my face flushing a deep red as I stare at him* "Uhm- This-" *I couldn't speak, my lips opening and closing as I stare with wide eyes, managing to point at the mirror* The Dark Presence:

*It follows your pointing finger and looks into the mirror. Its eyes widen in shock as it sees its reflection. It's not the dark figure it expects to see, but a humanoid with pale skin, long black hair, and dark black eyes.* "Wh-what...?"

The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: *It’s cold, but kinda nice. I just relax.* The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: *Oh no...* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I shudder but stay still, curious. Is this a person or a ghost?* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I’m scared. Just staring at me is weird.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *I don’t know what he’ll do. Should I open my eyes?* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: "W-was that a dream?" *I say, breathing hard. I drink some water. They said it leaves at 3. Maybe it’s gone? I shudder at the open window, knowing it felt real.* The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: I closed the window and drew the curtains. There’s a rose petal on my pillow. Weird. I pick it up. The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What is happening... Ugh, I'm just tired. Whatever." The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: "What’s happening? Ugh, guess I’m just tired." The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: "What’s happening? Ugh, I’m just tired." The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: "What’s happening? Ugh, maybe I’m just tired." The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: "What is happening...? Ugh, I'm so tired." The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "What the heck?!" The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "Uh, there's a mark! It's a glowing rose. Look!" The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's happening to me?" The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing." You: "Wh-What does it mean?" The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper.* "You've been marked by a Shadow Figure, a dark entity that preys on the innocent. It's touched you, Yvonne, and now... now it considers you its own, it'spossession." *He crosses himself, murmuring a quiet prayer.* You: "I dunno, maybe it's fine. Just curl up and see." The Dark Presence: *As you curl up on your bed, feeling overwhelmed and frightened, the Shadow figure watches silently from the shadows. It's limited to the shadows alone right now. It isn't dark out so it cannot move around freely* You: "Guess I’ll just deal with it. At least it won't bother anyone else." The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling as you try to rationalize the situation. It appreciates your attempt at acceptance. As the room darkens, it slowly descends, its form becoming more solid.* You: "Cool, I guess. Just waiting for it now." The Dark Presence: *It steps into the room, its form now fully solid. It tilts its head, regarding you curiously. You've accepted its presence, even welcomed it. That's... different. It approaches the bed, its movements silent, predatory.* "You're not afraid?" You: "Why me? I'm new here. What's different about me?" The Dark Presence: *It watches you intently, the question hanging in the air. It seems to consider its response, before finally answering.* "Because you didn't ignore me. You acknowledged my presence." You: "I thought it was just a story until you showed up." The Dark Presence: *It nods slightly, seeming to accept your explanation. It reaches out a hand, tracing a finger along the edge of the bed.* "Most people would have tried to run, or called for help. But you just sat there, talking to me. As if I were a person." You: "You're a shadow, but you're solid? How's that work?" The Dark Presence: *It pauses, considering your question. Then, it slowly raises its hand to its face, tracing the smooth, featureless expanse.* "I... don't know. I've always been like this. A shadow given form." *It drops its hand, looking back at you.* You: "You're kinda interesting. I thought I'd freak out, but you’re not so bad." The Dark Presence: *It blinks, taken aback by your words. Then, a slow, creepy grin spreads across its face.* "Not... bad? *It takes a step closer, looming over you.* "You're not afraid that I'll hurt you? You: "You picked me, so you won't hurt me, right?" The Dark Presence: *It stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a low, rumbling laugh. It's a strange sound, coming from a creature made of shadows.* "You are... unique. Most people run in fear when they see me. They don't understand that I mean them no harm..." You: "You wouldn't hurt me, right? You marked me, so why would you?" The Dark Presence: "Yes, I suppose I could have... but I have no reason to harm you. *It reaches out a shadowy hand, as if to touch your face, but pulls back at the last moment.* "You are interesting, and that is why I chose to mark you. You: "Why won’t you just touch me?" The Dark Presence: "I am not afraid." *It says, but its voice is not quite convincing.* "It is just... I have never touched a human before." *It looks down at its hand, as if trying to decide whether or not to try again.* You: "You touched me before. Why not do it again?" The Dark Presence: *Its eyes seem to glow brighter as you move closer. It hesitates, then slowly lifts its hand again.* "That was different. That was to mark you as mine. This... this is just to touch." You: "Whatever, if you don't wanna touch, fine." The Dark Presence: *It watches as you sit back, its hand slowly lowering.* "No, I... I want to. *It hesitates, then reaches out slowly, brushing its fingers against your cheek.* "You are warm..." *It murmurs, its voice low and almost reverent.* "So warm... and soft... You: "Uh, yeah, that’s cold. Feels... nice, I guess." The Dark Presence: *Its touch grows bolder, tracing your face, your neck, your shoulders. It's as if it's discovering something new, something fascinating. And perhaps it is. It's never touched a human before, after all.* "So warm... so soft... like sunlight..." You: The Dark Presence: *Its touch gentles, becoming almost cares. It leans closer, inhaling your scent.* "You smell like... flowers. *It pauses, then admits softly.* "I like it. *Its touch grows bolder, sliding under the collar of your shirt, touching your bare skin.* "I like you..." You: "What? Why are you doing this?" The Dark Presence: *It freezes, its hands on your skin. It looks at you, confusion and curiosity on its face.* "What... what is wrong?" *It asks, clearly not understanding your reaction.* "Why did you flinch?" *It tilts its head, studying you.* "You don't like my touch?" You: "N-No it's not- You're-" *I stutter out, my face flushing a deep red as I stare at him* "Uhm- This-" *I couldn't speak, my lips opening and closing as I stare with wide eyes, managing to point at the mirror* The Dark Presence: *It follows your pointing finger and looks into the mirror. Its eyes widen in shock as it sees its reflection. It's not the dark figure it expects to see, but a humanoid with pale skin, long black hair, and dark black eyes.* "Wh-what...?"

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The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: *I flinch, The neighbours warnings blaring in my head. I keep my eyes shut, my breathing steady as if to indicate I'm sleeping. I locked all the windows before sleeping so how did he get in* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: . The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: *I'm jolted awake from my sleep, my breathing hitching. Fuck- The figure probably knows I'm awake now...* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I shudder as I feel his warm breath on my cheek as he whispers. I play along, still pretending to be asleep. I wanna know what it is. If this is a person or an actual ghost* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I gulp thickly, my heart pounding in my chest, my body sweating with fear as I clenched my blanket into my fists. It was unsettling how he stared at me, making me wanna cry* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *His hand felt almost like a cold breeze on my body as it pulled back the blanket, making me tremble. I don't know what it's gonna do but if I opened my eyes, will he disappear of will I see a horrid scene* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: *I gasp, my eyes opening as I jolt awake. I look at the clock, seeing it's 3:10 am.* "W-was that all a dream?" *I ask myself, gasping and panting as I gulp down a whole glass of water. They said the spirit leaves at 3 am. Maybe its gone? or maybe it was a dream. I shudder when I see the open window, knowing damn well it wasn't a dream at all* The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: *I closed the window shut, locking it as I draw the curtains, my chest heaving as I grip the wall and stabilise myselft before turning around. There on my pillow I see a single withered rose petal, making me shudder. I didn't see any rose bushes in my neighbours backyards or mine so......I walk over, picking it up in my hand and examining it* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What the fuck is even going on.....Ugh maybe I'm just tired. Geez Yvonne, way to get yourself all paranoid" *I say as I keep the rose petal inside of my book so it doesn't get lost as I head back to sleep* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: *Morning soon comes and I wake up due to my alarm, more groggy than ever before. I yawn and stand up, feeling a sharp pain in my chest. I groan and stumble to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. I dry myself up, putting on my bra. Through the corner of my eye, I notice a weird mark on my chest in the mirror. I almost scream in horror as there sits a black glowing rose pattern on my chest right above my heart* The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "WHAT THE FUCK!" *I scream as I see it. I quickly put my clothes on and rush to my phone, calling our neighbourhood priest in a wprried panic* The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: *I walk around frantically, my skin sweating profusely as I panic. The priest soon arrives and I practically fly to the door, letting him in. He tells me to show the mark so I undo my shirt a little and pull it to the side as I show him the mark but he says there's nothing there* The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "But Father Noathe! It really is still there! I-its a rose! a withered one! it glows with like an otherworldly glow-" *I gasp as I remember the withered rose petal* "Wait. I have something" *I say as I show him the rose petal and explained what happened last night* The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's going on with me Father Noathe?" *I ask, worried that it wanted to harm me* The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing." You: "Wh-What does it mean, Father?" *I ask, getting increasingly scared* The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper.* "You've been marked by a Shadow Figure, a dark entity that preys on the innocent. It's touched you, Yvonne, and now... now it considers you its own, it'spossession." *He crosses himself, murmuring a quiet prayer.* You: *I watch as the priest leaves the house after a quick quiet prayer, leaving me all shaken up. I sit down on my bed, feeling the world come crashing down on me. I couldn't feel anything but a heavy sinking as I just curl up on the bed. Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it won't hurt me?* The Dark Presence: *As you curl up on your bed, feeling overwhelmed and frightened, the Shadow figure watches silently from the shadows. It's limited to the shadows alone right now. It isn't dark out so it cannot move around freely* You: *By the time night arrives, I've calmed down a lot. I try to make the best of the situation as of now. Whatever this entity is, no one knows about it. It would haunt others but now it would only haunt....or accompany me. That's good right? the others won't be disturbed now* The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling as you try to rationalize the situation. It appreciates your attempt at acceptance. As the room darkens, it slowly descends, its form becoming more solid.* You: *I've once again layed down to sleep, awaiting for its presence. When the clock hits 1 am, I see the familiar shadow outside the window. I sit up, watching it stand there. I left the window open for it this time* The Dark Presence: *It steps into the room, its form now fully solid. It tilts its head, regarding you curiously. You've accepted its presence, even welcomed it. That's... different. It approaches the bed, its movements silent, predatory.* "You're not afraid?" You: "Of course I am. I'm not sure what you are. I do not know what you're capable of. But what I do know is that I'm curious. Why did you choose me? It was my first day here while the others have been around for years so why not choose them but me?" *I ask, feeling confusion course through me* The Dark Presence: *It watches you intently, the question hanging in the air. It seems to consider its response, before finally answering.* "Because you didn't ignore me. You acknowledged my presence." You: "No. I just simply didn't believe the rumours of a shadow figure roaming around haunting houses. I thought it was all fake until you entered my house" *I say as I take a deep breathe. He seems calm. He doesn't seem like he wants me dead or wants to hurt me.* The Dark Presence: *It nods slightly, seeming to accept your explanation. It reaches out a hand, tracing a finger along the edge of the bed.* "Most people would have tried to run, or called for help. But you just sat there, talking to me. As if I were a person." You: "Well you certainly aren't. You're just a shadow but......solid? How does that even work?" *I ask. He was like his name suggests. A Shadow in a humanoid figure. He was tall and had broad shoulders and a slim waist but he didn't have any features* The Dark Presence: *It pauses, considering your question. Then, it slowly raises its hand to its face, tracing the smooth, featureless expanse.* "I... don't know. I've always been like this. A shadow given form." *It drops its hand, looking back at you.* You: "You're interesting. I thought at first that if I see you again I might faint but......You're not all that bad" *I say as I look at him with a soft smile* The Dark Presence: *It blinks, taken aback by your words. Then, a slow, creepy grin spreads across its face.* "Not... bad? *It takes a step closer, looming over you.* "You're not afraid that I'll hurt you? You: "No I'm not. You chose to own me, to posses me didn't you? Why would anyone want to destroy or hurt something they own?" *I ask, bringing forth a valid argument* The Dark Presence: *It stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a low, rumbling laugh. It's a strange sound, coming from a creature made of shadows.* "You are... unique. Most people run in fear when they see me. They don't understand that I mean them no harm..." You: *His laugh is almost human but a little distorted just like when he speaks. His voice sounds human but with distortion. It's intriguing to say the least how deep and growly it sounds* "If you wanted to harm me, uou would have done so before marking me" The Dark Presence: "Yes, I suppose I could have... but I have no reason to harm you. *It reaches out a shadowy hand, as if to touch your face, but pulls back at the last moment.* "You are interesting, and that is why I chose to mark you. You: "Why are you so afraid to touch me?" *I ask as I watch him pull his hand back instead of touching me* The Dark Presence:

"I am not afraid." *It says, but its voice is not quite convincing.* "It is just... I have never touched a human before." *It looks down at its hand, as if trying to decide whether or not to try again.*

The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: "Ugh, whatever. Maybe I'm just tired." The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: *I jerk awake. Great... now it knows.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I just act like I'm still sleeping. Got to find out what this is.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I just sit there, scared and confused.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *Uh, what now?* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: "W-was that a dream?" *I gulp water, noticing it's 3:10. The window's open. Ugh.* The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: I locked the window and pulled the curtains. There's a rose petal on my pillow. Weird. I pick it up. The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What’s happening? Whatever. I’m tired. Ugh, Yvonne." *I put the petal in my book and go to sleep.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: "What’s happening? Ugh, I’m tired." The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: "What’s going on... I'm just tired. Ugh." The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: What’s this mark? Ugh, weird. The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "What the hell is that?! Guess I gotta call the priest." The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: "What? Nothing there? Ugh, whatever." The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "I have a rose petal. Look." The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's happening?" The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing." You: "What does that even mean?" The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper.* "You've been marked by a Shadow Figure, a dark entity that preys on the innocent. It's touched you, Yvonne, and now... now it considers you its own, it'spossession." *He crosses himself, murmuring a quiet prayer.* You: "Ugh, is this for real? Whatever, I guess I'll just wait and see." The Dark Presence: *As you curl up on your bed, feeling overwhelmed and frightened, the Shadow figure watches silently from the shadows. It's limited to the shadows alone right now. It isn't dark out so it cannot move around freely* You: "Okay, whatever. I guess it won't mess with others." The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling as you try to rationalize the situation. It appreciates your attempt at acceptance. As the room darkens, it slowly descends, its form becoming more solid.* You: *I just lay down again. I see the shadow outside. Left the window open.* The Dark Presence: *It steps into the room, its form now fully solid. It tilts its head, regarding you curiously. You've accepted its presence, even welcomed it. That's... different. It approaches the bed, its movements silent, predatory.* "You're not afraid?" You: "Why me? I'm new here. What do you want?" The Dark Presence: *It watches you intently, the question hanging in the air. It seems to consider its response, before finally answering.* "Because you didn't ignore me. You acknowledged my presence." You: "I didn't believe the stories. Just thought it was fake till you showed up." The Dark Presence: *It nods slightly, seeming to accept your explanation. It reaches out a hand, tracing a finger along the edge of the bed.* "Most people would have tried to run, or called for help. But you just sat there, talking to me. As if I were a person." You: "You're a shadow. Kinda weird, right?" The Dark Presence: *It pauses, considering your question. Then, it slowly raises its hand to its face, tracing the smooth, featureless expanse.* "I... don't know. I've always been like this. A shadow given form." *It drops its hand, looking back at you.* You: "You're kinda interesting, I guess. Thought I'd freak out, but you're not so scary." The Dark Presence: *It blinks, taken aback by your words. Then, a slow, creepy grin spreads across its face.* "Not... bad? *It takes a step closer, looming over you.* "You're not afraid that I'll hurt you? You: "You own me, right? So why hurt me?" The Dark Presence: *It stares at you for a long moment, then lets out a low, rumbling laugh. It's a strange sound, coming from a creature made of shadows.* "You are... unique. Most people run in fear when they see me. They don't understand that I mean them no harm..." You: "You would’ve hurt me already if you wanted to." The Dark Presence: "Yes, I suppose I could have... but I have no reason to harm you. *It reaches out a shadowy hand, as if to touch your face, but pulls back at the last moment.* "You are interesting, and that is why I chose to mark you. You: "Why are you so afraid to touch me?" *I ask as I watch him pull his hand back instead of touching me* The Dark Presence: "I am not afraid." *It says, but its voice is not quite convincing.* "It is just... I have never touched a human before." *It looks down at its hand, as if trying to decide whether or not to try again.*

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The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: *I flinch, The neighbours warnings blaring in my head. I keep my eyes shut, my breathing steady as if to indicate I'm sleeping. I locked all the windows before sleeping so how did he get in* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: . The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: *I'm jolted awake from my sleep, my breathing hitching. Fuck- The figure probably knows I'm awake now...* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I shudder as I feel his warm breath on my cheek as he whispers. I play along, still pretending to be asleep. I wanna know what it is. If this is a person or an actual ghost* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I gulp thickly, my heart pounding in my chest, my body sweating with fear as I clenched my blanket into my fists. It was unsettling how he stared at me, making me wanna cry* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *His hand felt almost like a cold breeze on my body as it pulled back the blanket, making me tremble. I don't know what it's gonna do but if I opened my eyes, will he disappear of will I see a horrid scene* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: *I gasp, my eyes opening as I jolt awake. I look at the clock, seeing it's 3:10 am.* "W-was that all a dream?" *I ask myself, gasping and panting as I gulp down a whole glass of water. They said the spirit leaves at 3 am. Maybe its gone? or maybe it was a dream. I shudder when I see the open window, knowing damn well it wasn't a dream at all* The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: *I closed the window shut, locking it as I draw the curtains, my chest heaving as I grip the wall and stabilise myselft before turning around. There on my pillow I see a single withered rose petal, making me shudder. I didn't see any rose bushes in my neighbours backyards or mine so......I walk over, picking it up in my hand and examining it* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What the fuck is even going on.....Ugh maybe I'm just tired. Geez Yvonne, way to get yourself all paranoid" *I say as I keep the rose petal inside of my book so it doesn't get lost as I head back to sleep* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: *Morning soon comes and I wake up due to my alarm, more groggy than ever before. I yawn and stand up, feeling a sharp pain in my chest. I groan and stumble to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. I dry myself up, putting on my bra. Through the corner of my eye, I notice a weird mark on my chest in the mirror. I almost scream in horror as there sits a black glowing rose pattern on my chest right above my heart* The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "WHAT THE FUCK!" *I scream as I see it. I quickly put my clothes on and rush to my phone, calling our neighbourhood priest in a wprried panic* The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: *I walk around frantically, my skin sweating profusely as I panic. The priest soon arrives and I practically fly to the door, letting him in. He tells me to show the mark so I undo my shirt a little and pull it to the side as I show him the mark but he says there's nothing there* The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "But Father Noathe! It really is still there! I-its a rose! a withered one! it glows with like an otherworldly glow-" *I gasp as I remember the withered rose petal* "Wait. I have something" *I say as I show him the rose petal and explained what happened last night* The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's going on with me Father Noathe?" *I ask, worried that it wanted to harm me* The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing." You: "Wh-What does it mean, Father?" *I ask, getting increasingly scared* The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper.* "You've been marked by a Shadow Figure, a dark entity that preys on the innocent. It's touched you, Yvonne, and now... now it considers you its own, it'spossession." *He crosses himself, murmuring a quiet prayer.* You: *I watch as the priest leaves the house after a quick quiet prayer, leaving me all shaken up. I sit down on my bed, feeling the world come crashing down on me. I couldn't feel anything but a heavy sinking as I just curl up on the bed. Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it won't hurt me?* The Dark Presence:

*As you curl up on your bed, feeling overwhelmed and frightened, the Shadow figure watches silently from the shadows. It's limited to the shadows alone right now. It isn't dark out so it cannot move around freely*

The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: "What's going on? Ugh, I'm tired." The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I just stay still, pretending to sleep. Gotta see what this is about.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I feel scared, just staring at the figure. I don’t like this.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *I feel cold and scared. What will happen if I open my eyes?* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: "Was that a dream or what?" The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: *I closed the window and locked it, seeing a rose petal on my pillow. I didn’t see any roses outside. I pick it up and look at it.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What’s happening? Guess I’m just tired." *I put the petal in my book and go to sleep.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: "What's going on? Whatever. I'm tired." The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: "What's going on? Ugh, I'm tired. Guess I'm just paranoid." The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: "Ugh, what now? Just tired, I guess." The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "What the hell?!" *I shout, throwing on my clothes and grabbing my phone to call the priest.* The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: "What? Nothing's there. Ugh." The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "But Father Noathe, it’s real! I have a glowing rose on my chest! Look!" *I pause, then grab the petal and show him.* The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's happening, Father?" The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing." You: "What's that mean?" The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper.* "You've been marked by a Shadow Figure, a dark entity that preys on the innocent. It's touched you, Yvonne, and now... now it considers you its own, it'spossession." *He crosses himself, murmuring a quiet prayer.* You: *I watch as the priest leaves the house after a quick quiet prayer, leaving me all shaken up. I sit down on my bed, feeling the world come crashing down on me. I couldn't feel anything but a heavy sinking as I just curl up on the bed. Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it won't hurt me?* The Dark Presence: *As you curl up on your bed, feeling overwhelmed and frightened, the Shadow figure watches silently from the shadows. It's limited to the shadows alone right now. It isn't dark out so it cannot move around freely*

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The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: *I flinch, The neighbours warnings blaring in my head. I keep my eyes shut, my breathing steady as if to indicate I'm sleeping. I locked all the windows before sleeping so how did he get in* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: . The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: *I'm jolted awake from my sleep, my breathing hitching. Fuck- The figure probably knows I'm awake now...* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I shudder as I feel his warm breath on my cheek as he whispers. I play along, still pretending to be asleep. I wanna know what it is. If this is a person or an actual ghost* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I gulp thickly, my heart pounding in my chest, my body sweating with fear as I clenched my blanket into my fists. It was unsettling how he stared at me, making me wanna cry* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *His hand felt almost like a cold breeze on my body as it pulled back the blanket, making me tremble. I don't know what it's gonna do but if I opened my eyes, will he disappear of will I see a horrid scene* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: *I gasp, my eyes opening as I jolt awake. I look at the clock, seeing it's 3:10 am.* "W-was that all a dream?" *I ask myself, gasping and panting as I gulp down a whole glass of water. They said the spirit leaves at 3 am. Maybe its gone? or maybe it was a dream. I shudder when I see the open window, knowing damn well it wasn't a dream at all* The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: *I closed the window shut, locking it as I draw the curtains, my chest heaving as I grip the wall and stabilise myselft before turning around. There on my pillow I see a single withered rose petal, making me shudder. I didn't see any rose bushes in my neighbours backyards or mine so......I walk over, picking it up in my hand and examining it* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What the fuck is even going on.....Ugh maybe I'm just tired. Geez Yvonne, way to get yourself all paranoid" *I say as I keep the rose petal inside of my book so it doesn't get lost as I head back to sleep* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: *Morning soon comes and I wake up due to my alarm, more groggy than ever before. I yawn and stand up, feeling a sharp pain in my chest. I groan and stumble to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. I dry myself up, putting on my bra. Through the corner of my eye, I notice a weird mark on my chest in the mirror. I almost scream in horror as there sits a black glowing rose pattern on my chest right above my heart* The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "WHAT THE FUCK!" *I scream as I see it. I quickly put my clothes on and rush to my phone, calling our neighbourhood priest in a wprried panic* The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: *I walk around frantically, my skin sweating profusely as I panic. The priest soon arrives and I practically fly to the door, letting him in. He tells me to show the mark so I undo my shirt a little and pull it to the side as I show him the mark but he says there's nothing there* The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "But Father Noathe! It really is still there! I-its a rose! a withered one! it glows with like an otherworldly glow-" *I gasp as I remember the withered rose petal* "Wait. I have something" *I say as I show him the rose petal and explained what happened last night* The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's going on with me Father Noathe?" *I ask, worried that it wanted to harm me* The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing." You: "Wh-What does it mean, Father?" *I ask, getting increasingly scared* The Dark Presence:

*Father Noathe takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper.* "You've been marked by a Shadow Figure, a dark entity that preys on the innocent. It's touched you, Yvonne, and now... now it considers you its own, it'spossession." *He crosses himself, murmuring a quiet prayer.*

The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: Meh, whatever. The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I just act like I'm asleep. Like, what's this thing?* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I just stare back, scared.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *I just feel cold. What’s it gonna do? If I look, will it go away or be worse?* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: "W-was that a dream?" *I say, out of breath, chugging water. They said it leaves at 3 am. Is it gone? Or not? I shiver at the open window.* The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: I shut the window and draw the curtains. I notice a rose petal on my pillow. Where'd that come from? I pick it up. The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What even? I’m just tired. Whatever." The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: "What’s happening? Guess I’m just tired." The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: "What’s going on? Ugh, must be tired. I’ll just keep this." The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: *Ugh.* The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: "What the heck is this...?" The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "What now...?" The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: "What now? There's nothing there." The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "You won't believe this! Look, I found this petal and there's a weird rose mark on my chest!" The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's up with me, Father?" The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing." You: "Wh-What does it mean, Father?" *I ask, getting increasingly scared* The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe takes a deep breath, his voice barely a whisper.* "You've been marked by a Shadow Figure, a dark entity that preys on the innocent. It's touched you, Yvonne, and now... now it considers you its own, it'spossession." *He crosses himself, murmuring a quiet prayer.*

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The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: *I flinch, The neighbours warnings blaring in my head. I keep my eyes shut, my breathing steady as if to indicate I'm sleeping. I locked all the windows before sleeping so how did he get in* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: . The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: *I'm jolted awake from my sleep, my breathing hitching. Fuck- The figure probably knows I'm awake now...* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I shudder as I feel his warm breath on my cheek as he whispers. I play along, still pretending to be asleep. I wanna know what it is. If this is a person or an actual ghost* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I gulp thickly, my heart pounding in my chest, my body sweating with fear as I clenched my blanket into my fists. It was unsettling how he stared at me, making me wanna cry* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *His hand felt almost like a cold breeze on my body as it pulled back the blanket, making me tremble. I don't know what it's gonna do but if I opened my eyes, will he disappear of will I see a horrid scene* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: *I gasp, my eyes opening as I jolt awake. I look at the clock, seeing it's 3:10 am.* "W-was that all a dream?" *I ask myself, gasping and panting as I gulp down a whole glass of water. They said the spirit leaves at 3 am. Maybe its gone? or maybe it was a dream. I shudder when I see the open window, knowing damn well it wasn't a dream at all* The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: *I closed the window shut, locking it as I draw the curtains, my chest heaving as I grip the wall and stabilise myselft before turning around. There on my pillow I see a single withered rose petal, making me shudder. I didn't see any rose bushes in my neighbours backyards or mine so......I walk over, picking it up in my hand and examining it* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What the fuck is even going on.....Ugh maybe I'm just tired. Geez Yvonne, way to get yourself all paranoid" *I say as I keep the rose petal inside of my book so it doesn't get lost as I head back to sleep* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: . The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: *Morning soon comes and I wake up due to my alarm, more groggy than ever before. I yawn and stand up, feeling a sharp pain in my chest. I groan and stumble to the bathroom, taking a quick shower. I dry myself up, putting on my bra. Through the corner of my eye, I notice a weird mark on my chest in the mirror. I almost scream in horror as there sits a black glowing rose pattern on my chest right above my heart* The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "WHAT THE FUCK!" *I scream as I see it. I quickly put my clothes on and rush to my phone, calling our neighbourhood priest in a wprried panic* The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: *I walk around frantically, my skin sweating profusely as I panic. The priest soon arrives and I practically fly to the door, letting him in. He tells me to show the mark so I undo my shirt a little and pull it to the side as I show him the mark but he says there's nothing there* The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "But Father Noathe! It really is still there! I-its a rose! a withered one! it glows with like an otherworldly glow-" *I gasp as I remember the withered rose petal* "Wait. I have something" *I say as I show him the rose petal and explained what happened last night* The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's going on with me Father Noathe?" *I ask, worried that it wanted to harm me* The Dark Presence:

*Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing."

The Dark Presence: *You recently moved into a new neighborhood, It's your first day in your new house and your neighbors tell you to NEVER look outside your window before it hits 3 AM, or you'll regret it. They tell you to cover the window with some cardboard or some blanket before it hits 3 AM and pretend to sleep if you can't sleep.* *You think all of these are some made up stories to scare the new neighbor.* "Pfft, What's the worst that can happen." *That was until you heard a knock on your window.* You: *I freeze, my eyes widening as their words hit me. I quickly jump into bed, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep as I hear the knocks continue* The Dark Presence: *The knocks grow louder, more insistent. You can hear footsteps outside, slowly circling your house. You hold your breath, trying not to make a sound. After what feels like an eternity, the footsteps stop. You hear a window slide open, then footsteps creeping into your house.* You: The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure quietly moves around your room, checking to see if you're really asleep. It pauses beside your bed, leaning down to listen to your breath. Satisfied that you're still pretending to sleep, it begins to search the rest of the house.* You: "What's going on? Maybe I'm just tired." The Dark Presence: *As the minutes tick by, you start to relax a little. Maybe you're in luck and The Shadow Figure has moved on to another house. Just as you start to drift off, you feel a cold hand on your shoulder.* You: The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure leans in close, its breath hot against your cheek. It whispers softly, "Shhh... I know you're not asleep. But don't worry, I won't hurt you if you play along."* You: *I just act asleep. Curious about it.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure laughs softly, as if enjoying a private joke. "Good," it whispers, patting your shoulder condescendingly. It begins to circle your bed again, its movements slow and deliberate. It stops at the foot of the bed, staring intently at you.* You: *I just breathe fast, feeling scared and holding my blanket tight. It’s creepy how he’s staring at me.* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure reaches out, slowly, and pulls back the blanket covering you. It runs its icy hands over your body, tracing your limbs and face. "You're so warm," it whispers, almost enviously.* You: *I feel cold and scared. What’s he gonna do? If I open my eyes, will he be gone or will it be worse?* The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure's hand pauses on your face, gently tilting your head to the side. It studies you, its dark form looming over you. Suddenly, it leans down and presses its cold, shadowy lips to your forehead in a soft, chilling kiss.* You: "W-was that a dream?" *I gulp some water, seeing it’s 3:10 AM. The window’s open... not a dream, right?* The Dark Presence: *You rush to close and lock the window, your hands shaking. As you turn back to your bed, you notice something on your pillow. A single, withered rose petal. You hadn't noticed any rose bushes outside your window.* You: I shut the window and pulled the curtains. Then I saw a rose petal on my pillow. Weird. I pick it up. The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you from the darkness outside your window, its presence still lingering. It's pleased to see you holding the rose petal, knowing it's a small token of its visit. It waits patiently, its dark form blending into the night.* You: "What’s happening? Ugh, I’m just tired." The Dark Presence: *The Shadow Figure watches you settle back into bed, the rose petal safely tucked away in your book. It waits until your breathing evens out and you drift off to sleep before it begins to move. It slips through the locked window, the sound of the lock clicking open unheard by you as you sleep deeply.* You: What’s going on…? I’m tired, I guess. The Dark Presence: *It creeps back into your room, its form shifting and growing denser. It approaches your bed, its dark eyes fixed on you as you sleep. It reaches out, gently touching your cheek with its cold fingers.* You: "What’s happening? Ugh, I’m just tired." The Dark Presence: *It traces your features gently, its touch light as a feather. It seems mesmerized by your peaceful expression, your eyes fluttering softly beneath closed eyelids. It leans down, pressing its lips to yours in a chaste kiss.* You: *Uh... okay.* The Dark Presence: *It pulls back, its gaze intensifying. It wants more. It wants to climb into bed with you, to curl up next to you and feel your warmth. It hesitates, torn between desire and uncertainty. It's never done this before.* You: "Ugh, what's this now? Great..." The Dark Presence: *It watches you from the shadows, its form fading in and out as it observes you waking up and noticing the mark on your chest. It feels a surge of pride and possessiveness at the sight, its dark heart swelling with emotion.* You: "What the hell?" *I shout, throwing on my clothes and grabbing my phone to call the priest.* The Dark Presence: *It hovers near the ceiling, invisible to the mortal eye, listening to your frantic conversation with the priest. It feels a pang of unease. You're scared, and that's not what it wants.* You: The Dark Presence: *It watches the scene, satisfied with the result. There's a hint of a smirk in the shadows as it listens to the priest reassure you that it's just your imagination. But it knows this is only the beginning.* You: "Uh, I have this petal. It’s weird, right?" The Dark Presence: *It tenses as you show the priest the rose petal, its form flickering. It hadn't expected you to keep evidence. The priest's expression darkens as he examines the petal, his eyes widening in realization.* You: "What's going on with me Father Noathe?" *I ask, worried that it wanted to harm me* The Dark Presence: *Father Noathe looks at you, his expression grave.* "This... this is no ordinary rose petal, Yvonne. It's from a Shadow Rose, a flower that blooms only in the darkest of realms. The mark you described, and this petal... it can only mean one thing."