#rubyquarts

[prophezie]

starter for @rubyquarts' scott summers

       leaning  against  the  door  frame,  arms  crossed  over  her  chest,  she  was  mustering  scott  summers.  the  man  was  sitting  at  his  desk  with  his  shades  high  on  the  bridge  of  his  nose,  making  her  unsure  whether  he  was  actually  looking  at  her  or  just  in  her  general  direction.  she  remembered  how  she  had  felt  stepping  into  his  office  for  the  very  first  time  months  ago.  the  tall  ceilings  and  dark  colors  kind  of  intimidating  but  familiar  at  the  same  time.  scott,  similarly  to  now,  occupied  at  his  desk.  the  shades  had  initially  thrown  her  off  a  little  which  had  led  her  to  make  a  snarky  comment  about  it.  of  course.  she  was  taught  better  right  away  though  and  hoped  he  couldn’t  see  her  cheeks  darkening  just  a  smidge. 

       she  snapped  out  of  her,  maybe  not  too  fond  but  moreso  embarrassing  memory,  and  cleared  her  throat.  ❝  so  why  did  you  call  me  here  ?  ❞

[werewolfbynite]

“i'm a man of my word, you know that.”

cyberpunk 2077 || ACCEPTING @rubyquarts

"do I?" did he? jack was in the awkward balance of trusting someone he hardly knew, or going it alone without someone on hand to keep things under control. "I'll tell you this--- I've mingled with a lot of you x-men guys, and you seem like the sanest one around. you'll know when to start blasting." he tapped his temple as if to mimic the trigger on his visor.

[psionicburst]

“really? that's your first thought?”

“ WHAT, DON'T APPROVE? it could be worse! ”

[bonusdamage]

“no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.” / @rubyquarts

“ WHAT EVER HAPPENED to solidarity? intentionally leaving a guy out is just cruel! ”

[diafrst]

" you look .. stressed. mind if i suggest a bit of relief, @rubyquarts ? don't worry, i'll behave. " she was both awfully good and bad at lying, even without the help of frost family mutation of telepathy. blues fix on the esteemed x-men golden boy, pondering on a past that wont seem to die no matter how much she blocked the memories from resurfacing. emma offers a familiar smile for reassurance. " a truce, mayhaps ? a massage helps me when my minds a mess ." ( sc. )

[no1rwebs]

🕷️ @rubyquarts // short starter call

It's hard not to hear of Cyclops, the man whose laser gaze and slice through flesh and steel alike. Although knowing of him and witnessing his heroics on TV, Rei has never met him in person before. Although both heroes in their own right, they have never crossed paths until now. Rei's arms are outstretched, muscles visibly flexing and straining as he struggles to use his webs to keep the metal bridge from collapsing. His webs won't hold the bridge together for long, but perhaps Cyclops could weld it together while he holds it steady. The loud and echoing creaking of metal seems draws attention to him. Cyclops isn't quite close enough for him to hear him. Cyclops is smart though. Hopefully with one look at him struggling and the famous mutant will have a similar idea.

[spidroins]

spider-man is that you..

no you're dreaming ... go back to sleep scott

[treudamon]

@rubyquarts / starter

― “ Aside  from  the  festival  going  on,  I  would  say  that  everything  has  been  par  for  the  course  —  even  the  murderous  little  frau  who  came  to  threaten  us  on  my  birthday.  ”    he  needn't  elaborate  on  that  last  bit ; knowing  Scott,  he'd  already  know  everything  from  start  to  finish.       “  I  think  you'd  really  like  these  kids,  Scott.  They're  a  little  rough  around  the  edges  on  the  ‘heroism’  duties  but,  they're  good  kids.  Real  good  kids.  Why  not  stick  around  for  a  bit  and  greet them  after  schools'  over? ”