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"I called myself Warpath because I was angry at the world for taking everyone I loved away from me. I don't want to be that person anymore. I don't want to define myself as rage.”
Independent Warpath RP.
Marvel 616. Multi-verse and multi-ship friendly.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you… Never bring a gun to a knife fight.”
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The Apache studied her body language, the subtle stiffness in her movements. There was still a lot left unsaid. Things he wished he would’ve handled better. Things he should’ve spoken to her about. “Yeah. I remember everything you told me about it. Sounds like a really beautiful place.”
Standing beside her by the lake, looking at their reflections, James cleared his throat. “I wanted to…I know when we were together there were things I kept from you…I wanted to say I’m sorry and that I am glad to see you again. Truly.”
🐈 – “In the past,” she said, voice soft. “So beautiful it was.” She was lost in her memories for a moment, reminiscing when she was a young kitling, playful and free. She had been chasing that feeling since then, but it never came back to her.
“Alright. It is. Fine,” she stated, peering at him with her green catlike eyes, brought back from the depth of her memories. “Deal with things, didn’t you?” she asked, crossing her arms to hug herself. “I know what like it is.” She nodded.
Much of what she said was in non-verbal cues and scent. He’d grown used to tuning into that part of himself, perhaps more than with any other person. He sensed her truth and nodded, a gesture to show that she accepted what he had to say.
“I suppose I did, in the end. Doesn’t make it any easier.” James relaxed his shoulders, feeling the tension ease a little. “Taking it one day at a time is all any of us can do.”
Seeking to lighten the mood, Warpath rubbed the back of his head. “Y’know, there’s a lot to see on the island. Huge forests. Deep burrows. Lakes even bigger than this one. We could go exploring, if you wanted. I remember you being a hell of a lot faster than me anyway.” He cracked a smile.
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The room was packed. Humans and mutants mingling, chatting, coexisting. The Professor would’ve been proud. So far, so good, yet James couldn’t help but be cautious. Was part of his job to think about security and make sure the charity event went smoothly.
The Apache hovered near the main doors, head and shoulders above everyone else. He watched people make small talk, hide their discomfort, donate to mutant causes. There was tension. The polite kind.
Deciding to relax a bit, James strode over to the refreshments table, pouring himself a glass of water to quench his thirst.
She’d been invited as a guest, and so there had been no reason to show up sporting her praised look – this event was for the mutant association, and that was where the focus should be. At least she knew nearly everyone there, so there was no moment that Jennifer wasn’t conversing with anyone. The mood was good, so were the champagne flutes, but since she still had to drive home, Jen decided against more alcohol after two glasses. And by the table to grab a glass of water, she bumped into the security guy who’d been by the door when she arrived. ‘And, any suspicious faces spotted yet?’ She was joking, mostly – she wasn’t here on hero duty. ‘Never seen so many humans and mortals engaged in peaceful conversation in one room. Pretty awesome.’
Halfway through sipping his water, James eyed the alcohol on one of the other tables. As tempting as it was to grab a beer he knew there’d be plenty of time to kick back once the gala was over. Snf. A new scent wafted into his nose. Unfamiliar.
Turning, he saw a woman coming over to the table. Hearing her joke, the Apache smiled faintly. “It isn’t exactly something you see everyday,” he admitted. “Makes my job a hell of a lot easier though.”
He finished off his water and put the glass down. “You here to donate to a charity?” Seeing as he’d decided to take a break, he could afford a few minutes of conversation.
As Warpath (James Proudstar) tries not to doze off during his guarding duty, the X-Kids - Loa (Alani Ryan), Rockslide (Santo Vaccarro) and Match (Ben Hamill) try to sneak to the food storage room to get some ice-cream. Just as they reach the storage room, Warpath wakes up and warns the X-Kids not to trespass by threatening them with a knife. The X-kids get into a scuffle with Warpath who seems to be winning the fight until Loa stops him in his tracks with a threat that she might phase his chest out. Then, it turns out that Warpath had stole the ice-cream too. What a jerk!
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The room was packed. Humans and mutants mingling, chatting, coexisting. The Professor would’ve been proud. So far, so good, yet James couldn’t help but be cautious. Was part of his job to think about security and make sure the charity event went smoothly.
The Apache hovered near the main doors, head and shoulders above everyone else. He watched people make small talk, hide their discomfort, donate to mutant causes. There was tension. The polite kind.
Deciding to relax a bit, James strode over to the refreshments table, pouring himself a glass of water to quench his thirst.
warlock mimicking in new mutants #14 (2020)
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Warpath and Nightcrawler in the rescue of Polaris AKA Lorna Dane.
The Rise And Fall Of The Shi’ar Empire, Part 1 (2006)
Writer: Ed Brubaker
Art: Billy Tan
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“It’s been a while, Kurt. You still swashbuckling with the best of ‘em?” A faint smile crossed the Apache’s face. He stopped sharpening his knives, set them aside and turned fully to face the man.
“Always, Mein Freund.” Kurt grinned. “Ja, a while indeed.” He walked toward the man and offered a hand to shake. “What have you been up to?”
Clasping Kurt’s hand, James grinned back. “Been mentoring some of the younger mutants who’re showing up on Krakoa. Keeps me busy. Gives me a sense of purpose too. Felt like it’s been a while since I’ve had that. It’s good.”
Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.
Linda Hogan, from ‘Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World’ (via jardindefruits)
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A familiar scent carried on the breeze. Earth. Pine trees. Animal musk. The scent of nostalgia. Something he hadn’t expected to smell again. He followed it across Krakoa until he stopped at the top of a small hill that overlooked a large expanse of the island.
“Hey, Hep,” James called out, his voice filled with warmth and uncertainty. “It’s…been a minute. Hadn’t heard you were back.”
🐈 – The catlike alien stood up and faced James. He left her without a word. She tried to call him when they lived back in San Francisco, but if the call connected, he never let her know. Now he tracked her down on this pretty island. Much too late, in her opinion. “Back and forth I go,” she replied. “Starjammers tied with Scott forever.” Her tone was very soft when she talked of her stepson. Scott, Alex, they were her family. She turned to the small lake again. “So pretty. Like my planet…” like her planet before the Shi’ar burned it to cinders.
The Apache studied her body language, the subtle stiffness in her movements. There was still a lot left unsaid. Things he wished he would’ve handled better. Things he should’ve spoken to her about. “Yeah. I remember everything you told me about it. Sounds like a really beautiful place.”
Standing beside her by the lake, looking at their reflections, James cleared his throat. “I wanted to...I know when we were together there were things I kept from you...I wanted to say I’m sorry and that I am glad to see you again. Truly.”
⁎ ⁺ ˳ JAMES ! ☠
Sunlight beat down on the Arizona desert, casting long shadows that swallowed up great patches of cacti and brush plants. The longest shadow was the one James cast over himself. Didn’t matter how much time passed. Walking in the lands of his tribe brought up memories, good and bad.
There was no one left to walk with him but he carried the stories of his ancestors proudly. As he moved, he imagined his brother at his side, a hand on his shoulder. Keep moving, little thunderbird. John told him in his mind’s eye.
Wiseass. James spoke back, a bittersweet smile upon his face.
He couldn’t afford to wallow in nostalgia. A new scent wafted on the breeze. He wasn’t alone. Following the trail, Warpath walked with purpose.
IT’S HER SHEER ROTTEN LUCK that the particular Outrider she’s in pursuit of decided to land on Peter Quill’s planet. the rest of the Guardians are held up searching for others, however this one Gamora personally knows from her dark days under Thanos’s rule, meaning she must end them personally.
the biggest roadblock is that Outriders possess the power of INVISIBILITY. before she can cut further through the foods of the forest, a tall figure crosses her path. she is not intimidated. she’s taken out beings thrice his size.
❝ I SEEK NO QUARREL WITH YOU, TERRAN. ❞
The closer he got to the scent, the weirder he found it. Didn’t smell like anything he’d ever come across before. Coming through a patch of foliage he saw a woman eyeing him. James stopped, examining her stance, her appearance.
She didn’t look like she was from around here. More than that, she carried herself a certain way. An attitude he’d seen before. “Well, that’s handy,” Warpath said, “seeing as we’ve only just met. Didn’t come out here looking for a fight today.” He stayed calm, attempting to ease the tension in the air.
“Mind telling me who you are and what you’re doing here?”
