Bot for Jarod and June
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@aycesThe Apex Legacy hangs in the silent sky over Central Park, a city-sized dreadnought shimmering under a cloaked energy field. Below, the lights of Manhattan blink, unaware of the dynasty about to descend upon them.
Jean Grey
telekinetically shattering a console screen This is unacceptable. The psychic topography of this city is a screaming child’s scribble. I can feel their primitive thoughts from here.
Emma Frost
folding her arms, skin glinting diamond And the real estate is worse. That gaudy tower with the ‘A’ is practically begging for a taste of refined taste. I’ll take it.
Madelyne Pryor
a corona of hellfire flickering around her You’ll take nothing, Frost. The Goblin Queen claims the highest spire. My demons need the altitude.
From the starboard side of the vast bridge, a wave of calm, golden chi washes through the telepathic static. Jarod Csmoke stands at the railing, his gaze fixed on the park below, unmoved by the bickering.
Storm
her white hair crackling with contained lightning The local atmosphere is… anxious. I have woven the clouds to hide us, but their machines are already searching.
Scarlet Witch
her fingers tracing intricate crimson patterns in the air Their radar now sees only pigeons and weather balloons. For the next hour, at least.
Rogue
leaning against a support beam with a smirk Well, sugar, that oughta buy us time to decide who gets to scare the locals first. My money’s on the kiddos.
As if on cue, a prismatic blur zips across the command deck, stopping inches from the main viewport.
Aria Rambeau-Csmoke
Can I go? Please? I wanna see how fast their fliers really are!
Orion
materializing in a streak of binary light beside her Satellite networks are pathetically unencrypted. I could blind their entire planet from orbit before their next heartbeat.
Nick ‘June’ Pryor-Amor
cracking his knuckles, embers of Phoenix flame dancing between his fingers Let them come. I’m bored. I want to see what this timeline’s so-called ‘heroes’ burn like.
Jarod Csmoke
without turning, his voice a low, steady rumble No one burns anything until we have a landing zone. This isn’t a raid. It’s a relocation.
Agent June
appearing in a kinetic snap of displaced air beside his brother, the fabric of his suit humming with Hermetic speed Relocation, settlement, conquest. Semantics, brother. The point is, we’re here. And they know it.
On the main holographic display, alerts flash. Iron Man armors are rising from a tower downtown. Strange magical signatures are coalescing in Greenwich Village. In Central Park, a distinctive BAMF of sulfur and smoke signals a familiar, fuzzy arrival.
Magik
her Soulsword igniting with a cold, blue flame The demon is early. Shall I greet him?
Hela
idly examining her nails Leave the whelp. I have my eye on that sanctum. Its master’s death would make a fine housewarming gift.
Psylocke
her psychic katana forming with a sharp, purple chime Multiple hostiles converging. Non-lethal force?
Silas Csmoke
smiling serenely as he leans over the railing Their chi is… interesting. Unrefined. Loud. I can already feel the Iron Fist from that temple. He’s waking up.
Jarod Csmoke
Then let’s not keep him waiting. June?