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RP Blog for Scott Summers of Earth TRN240 (the small one) affiliated with Citta Alveare Citizen Rank armed with tickle beams and a ruby quartz visor

[o5blue]

@avxsta

“wait get back here stop” Scott shouted at the honedge floating off just fast enough that he couldn’t catch up, “you’re gonna-”

hit someone... those were the words he was looking for

unfortunately, he already had...

“sorry about that” he shouted at the unfortunate boy that had wandered into x-calibur’s path

[o5blue]

Two Stories Up [Marie]

@ringlettine

“alright x-calibur? you got that” he looked at the sword floating in front of him, as he stood at the edge of the building’s roof, “you can carry me right?”

the sword nodded about as well as a sword could before descending to a level at which scott could grab hold of his hilt.

it felt like death as he grabbed hold, but it would only be a few seconds.  this wouldn’t be a thing he’d attempt regularly, only in crucial situations.  He was planning to jump off this building and float across the street, coming to a gentle landing in the grassy lot in front of him. after that, he’d let go of the hilt, and go get something to eat, recover his strength.  maybe next time he’d wear gloves

“alright then, let’s go” he grinned, jumping off the top of the building.

only to find himself falling as the sword wrested itself from his grip

he barely had time to let out a “dammit” before he hit the ground

looking up he saw 2 things, one: he swore the sword was laughing at him.  he didn’t have a mouth, but he was definitely laughing.  jerk.

two: a girl with what seemed to be a totally impossible hairstyle was looking down at him.  it appeared he’d narrowly missed landing on top of her.  that was good at least.

“sorry about that.” he muttered, trying to pull himself to his feet, “at least I wasn’t a few feet over though.”

pain in his leg forcing him back down.  great, he wouldn’t be standing for a little while it seemed.

[o5blue]

That’s No Soulsword [Magik]

@rcsputina

it was the day after he’d caught his first pokemon, someone had told him je was called a honedge, however he’d taken to calling him x-calibur.  It was a cheesy name, but the best thing he could come up with on the spot.  Maybe he should have thought a bit more on it.

either way, he was here now, and he couldn’t exactly change it anymore probably.

staring at the sword hovering in front of him, he began talking.

“alright, when you tried to beat me up yesterday, you were very strong, I couldn’t keep up with you at all,” he explained, “but your technique was lacking, you were just trying to brute force your w-”

it was at about that time x-calibur simply floated off, slowly at first, but then getting faster, leaving scott to chase after, and eventually lose him.

it took him a while to find the sword, but when he did it appeared to be staring someone down.  Suprisingly she was someone he knew.  Another member of the x-men.

“Magik,” he shouted as he ran in between them to hopefully stop them from fighting.  “sorry about him, he’s kind of uh... impulsive I guess”

[o5blue]

How Do You Fight a Sword With No Wielder? [pokemon drabble]

It had been a few days since he’d been out searching for pokemon with that girl.  She seemed like she needed the help more than he did, so when they found the floating sword again, he let her catch it, helped her out even.  But just because he’d given up for one day didn’t mean he didn’t want to catch one, quite on the contrary, it only made him want it that much more.  Hence, he found himself out in front of the giant tower, a bit deeper into the district than he’d been last time.  he’d brought along a wooden sword, just in case things got bad since his optic blasts weren’t exactly doing much damage at the present moment.  How the scientists in charge had managed to depower everybody was beyond him, but he had been reduced to using a wooden sword.

At least he was pretty good with a sword.  All the training he’d done with his father during his space roadtrip might finally pay off here. Though to be honest, he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about getting in a sword fight with a floating sword.  Where exactly did you aim for if there’s no one wielding it? Maybe it wouldn’t come to that and he’d get lucky.

Just as he was thinking that he lost his footing and felt something whiz by his face.

Well, it was a good thing that he’d managed to trip, as what was in front of him was another one of those floating swords, if he hadn’t tripped it would have probably killed him, or at least come close.  As it was he still had a chance to defend himself…

Probably

In the next second, he confirmed something, this sword was in fact trying to fight him.  A strike came at him from the side, then above, then the other side, so fast he could barely keep up with it, and he got the feeling the sword was barely exerting itself

That wasn’t good at all, and once again, his optic blasts were useless.  This wouldn’t be hard if he could just zap the thing, and he still wasn’t sure how exactly he was supposed to attack it.  Maybe if he swung his sword at it, it would be damaged trying to pa-

Nope, as he did just that, the floating sword just swatted away his own sword.  He’d have to get creative it seemed.  Just block until it

YES

As the sword swung vertically downward, instead of blocking, he stepped back and used his wooden sword to hold it down before simply grabbing a ball out of his pocket and tapping it against the sword pokemon.

As red light engulfed it and it was swallowed into the ball, Scott dropped down on top of it, hopefully using his own bodyweight to hold the ball shut.

Fortunately it didn’t seem to be necessary, as the pokemon inside made no attempt to escape.  The only reason he could possibly figure it did that was because it was trying to find someone that could fight it evenly, kind of. He didn’t think he did a very good job fighting it, but the end result is what matters here.

He’d caught his first pokemon

[o5blue]

“You can’t cheat death.”

“I know I can’t, not with blackbolt running around.  but on the bright side, I’ve still got a bad good 20 years of life left in me”

[qsarrae]

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“Is there someone you hold dear?”

“Don’t you feel any guilt?”

“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”

“There must be something you fear.”

“Do you have a home?”

“Is there someone you like?”

“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”

“Aren’t you ashamed?”

“Aren’t you happy?”

“Who do you despise?” 

“How do you sleep at night?”

“What do you think of kindness?”

“What do you think of hatred?”

“Why do you fight?”

“Why do you live?”

“How much blood have you spilled?”

“How much death have you seen?”

“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”

“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”

“Can’t you tell they love you?”

“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”

“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”

“You’re not tainted.”

“You’re not alone.”

“You’re awful.”

“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”

“You’re an emotionless robot.”

“You’re just a lap dog.”

“It’s not over.”

“He/she needs you.”

“Stop lying.”

“Stop fighting.”

“Stop pushing others away.”

“You’re cruel.”

“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”

“You depend on him/her too often.”

“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”

“He/she is bringing you down.”

“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”

“You need to listen.”

“You need to speak up more often.”

“You’re weak.”

“You’re too proud.”

“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”

“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”

“You can’t cheat death.”

“You can’t hide forever.”

“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”

“That person is only holding you back.”

“They’re too good for you.”

“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”

“It will get better.”

“You look lonely.”

“You look bitter.”

“You look tired.”

“You’re hiding a painful burden.”

“You’re perfect.”

“You’re beautiful.”

“You will always be worthless.”

“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”

“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”

“You’ll rise above them all.” 

“You’ll find your place in this world.”

“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”

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[o5blue]

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 “Chansey!” And she’s up. Putting her nurse cap on. 

 “Welcome to Norm clinic, how can we assist your injuries today.”

“I’m not uh... actually injured.”

“just kind of lost, this place seems a lot different than the last time I was here”

a little more hesitantly he continued

“Scott Summers.” he introduced himself

[o5blue]

pctriot:

@o5blue

Just sitting there, waiting for her next patient. 

Just sitting there, drinking his coffee. 

“uh...”

“what exactly is going on here?”

[o5blue]

Swordsmen [Kuroe]

@fakeworks

he’d been stalking it for hours now, this floating sword he could apparently catch inside a ball, watching its movements, he was only going to get one shot at this.

all he could think of as this was happening was how insane this city was.  he’d been here once before but there weren’t these monsters running around everywhere. someone had called them pokemon, and what he was holding in his hands, pokeballs.  so he wasn’t going to argue with them.

either way, it didn’t matter what they were called, or what this species was called, not at the moment.  first he’d catch it, then he’d find out more about it.  with all the universes filtering through this city, someone had to know about them.

with one fluid motion, he launched the ball flying into the air...

only for another one to come flying from the exact opposite direction.

as the two balls collided in midair, the sword noticed what was going on, making a swift exit.

“hey!” he shouted, “I had that one!”

he didn’t actually know who he was shouting at, but after having wasted hours for nothing, he felt ripped off

[cittavision]

Migration 001: Pokémon

[o5blue]

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More information on qualifications and mechanics are under the cut.

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[o5blue]

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[o5blue]

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[clumsypsychxc-deactivated201703]

“Dangerous?” Kotoura repeated, glancing over her shoulder as if expecting someone to jump out to kill her at exactly that moment. Why was everything in this city either dangerous, confusing, or just plain weird? She’d already gotten chased by criminals once, she didn’t want to go through that again.

“You don’t have to do that! I don’t want to be a bother to you,” Kotoura rushed out, waving her hands in front of her to punctuate her words. Then again, they seemed to both be lost and she really, really didn’t want to be walking around alone when it could result in her getting chased. Again.

“But, uh, maybe we could find out where we are together?” she asked. Once she knew where she was, she could find out where to go and get home, and so could he. And then no one would be bothered and they’d both be able to get some sleep.

[o5blue]

didn’t want to bother him? the girl seemed rediculously nice, at least when compared to some of the people he’d met around here, and even in his home world.

many people would have given up at that point, but not Scott Summers, at least not now that he had this fancy new Avengers ID card, a card that he was now fishing out of his pocket.

“it’s really not a problem at all.” he grinned showing the girl the card

“it’s kind of my job and all.” he continued, “though unfortunately my powers aren’t exactly working right at the moment, so I don’t know how much help I’ll be.”

but it was better than nothing probably.  now the only problem was that neither of them knew where they actually were.

“uh, if you tell me where you live I’m pretty sure I can get a general direction. oh uh and my name’s Scott Summers, just in case you were wondering.”

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o5blue

Watching people move around while waiting for trains had become something of a pastime for Raishin at this point. If asked, he’d say something like he was doing it to practice observation, but in reality he was just looking for familiar faces that he knew wouldn’t be there. Having resigned himself to being on his own here with a sigh, he saw something red catch his eye. Despite it being fairly cloudy out, someone around his was wearing a strange pair of dark red shades and happened to be close enough for him to chat out of boredom.

“I get the feeling that you aren’t blind.”

“Are those glasses something like a fashion statement where you’re from?”

[o5blue]

another day another person asking about his sunglasses.  this seemed to be happening everywhere, but to be honest, he wasn’t really suprised, where he came from people knew who he was, but here, not so much.

“you’d be right about that” the boy grinned, “as for why I’m wearing them, it’s not a fashion statement”

the boy was probably confused at this point, which was understandable.  there wasn’t much sun after all.

“my name’s scott summers,” he explained, “and if I take these glasses off, laser beams will spill all over everything, something probably nobody wants.”