#marvelreborn

When we created Marvel Reborn, we had a very specific vision for it – we wanted a place where serious and casual RPers could come together and collectively build storylines and connect for RP. We were adamant from the start that we didn’t want specific accounts or names identified as ‘owners’, and we didn’t want anyone to feel excluded from the group, which is why we are collectively known as ‘monkeys’ and everyone that wants in is part of MR. We really feel that we were able to create something special here; we’d been able to bring together old friends, make new ones and have some epic times RPing. But life carries on with its demands, as it always tends to, and collectively we monkeys find that dealing with the daily housekeeping tasks is starting to make Marvel Reborn feel like a job instead of something fun. We feel the pressure to keep things moving and perhaps now have realized that in our vision to create a true ‘group- run-group’, we've been unable to shake some of the traditional group structures and stereotypes.  The monkeys have talked about it, and talked about what we could manage and what we wanted to change. We even talked about if it was time to close the doors on the ol’ joint but ultimately decided that we didn’t want to throw away what we’d created.  So, it is with mixed emotions that we bid goodbye to the “Marvel Reborn RP Group” but it is with excitement that we invite you to say hello to the ‘Marvel Reborn Collective’. What we’ve decided to do is to give Marvel Reborn to you, the RP’ers, and open the doors to one and all. Come here to connect with other Marvel RPers, use our chat rooms and forums as a place to meet other people. Maybe you’re starting out for the first time in RP here, maybe you’re an old hand at it and looking for more great people to meet and talk with. We don’t care if you RP on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, Vainstagram or wherever, Marvel Reborn is a community place for /everyone/ who loves Marvel RP.  What will be changing:  • Individualized #FF’s will be discontinued: they were, quite frankly, a pain in the banana to do.  • Taken Roles and Open Role pages on the site will be taken down. Who cares if we have more than one of the same character? Community isn’t exclusive, and you should be able to play who you want, when you want and with whomever you want.  • There will be no SL’s that are closed to the "group'.  • Site twitter will now RT requests from all for all Marvel requests, news, ads, etc. If you’re looking to start a SL, if you’re looking to meet new people, if you’re looking to introduce yourself – let us know and we’ll do our best to connect you and RT you. Think of us now as a Marvel specific RP resource.  • The #MarvelReborn profile tag is open for all, if you want to use it to identify yourself that you can be found in our forums / chat, then please use it. If you want us to add you to our lists, then just @ us and we will.  What will stay the same:  • Our rules will still apply as outlined on our site. If you harass, cyberbully, threaten or otherwise act like a general douche noozle to others, we will ban you from the site resources and caution others to interact with you at their own peril.  • We will still have the same love for RP, SL’s, an open and accepting culture that fosters the community spirit of RP.  Please, as always, do not hesitate to @ us with any questions, suggestions or comments.  To our members, we love you. This place wouldn’t have been and won’t be the same without you. If this new format doesn’t appeal to you for any reason, we understand and please accept our apologies. If it does, then we certainly look forward to seeing you around.  To any new people who might be checking us out for the first time, or hesitant to jump in with us, please – this is your community too. Let us know what we can do to support and what you want your community to include.  As always, we remain your cheeky monkey friends as we embark on this new path.

He said it was because she was destined for greatness, that there were people out there that would hurt her for what…or who…she would become. 

She found it hard to think like that.  Hope didn’t even know /who/ she was now.  She wasn’t special like Nathan – she didn’t have the fancy metal arm, or the shiny blinky eye, or any mutant powers.  She didn’t know how she was supposed to become anything special when she was nothing but some dumb kid, marooned in some kind of post-apocalyptic future.  

Alone.

She’d never really been that bothered by the vast expanse of dirt that made up their world, until she realized that she was alone in it.  Hugging her knees to her chest a bit more, she rests her chin down and  lets out a soft sigh.  Nathan would want her to be strong; him being gone didn’t change anything.  If he was here, he’d probably be giving her a lecture.

Her own voice cuts through the stillness of the night, as she mimics him and his stoically stern manner towards her.

"This is your training, Hope.  Stiff upper lip.  Soldier’s don’t cry, you know."

With each statement, her foot kicks up a shower of dirt and rock as she strikes the ground in her anger.  But she hears something that makes her stop immediately: on the distant wind, a sound of a howl carries its way to her ears. 

Her eyes dart to the pile of their supplies and she knows that she can’t out run whatever is out there with the weight of all their gear on her back.  Racing over to it, her hands frantically search the bags for a gun.  Nathan had told her that they didn’t have any ammo to waste, and her hands were shaking so badly she didn’t know if she could shoot straight anyway.  The only other thing she had was a knife and if there was more than one enemy, she’d be outmatched. 

Pulling the bags and packs together, she stacks them up to create a makeshift cover for her back.  Crouching down in the darkness, she can hear them start to approach.  One….two…..three….four….five….six of them.  She swallows hard, counting the number of bullets in the gun.  Only two. 

[Think Hope, think!]  She closes her eyes, trying to picture what Cable would tell her to do.  Before she can, she feels the pack behind her move as one of the beasts nudges it and howls.  They’d found her scent. 

She is a sitting duck. 

Why did he have to leave her alone like this?! She wasn’t ready for this!  Oooh, if she ever saw that ugly lady with the six arms again, Hope would show her.   She holds her breath, the outstretched gun in her hand wavering as her pulse pounds.  Hope watches as the snout of the beast comes into view from around the side of the pack and it takes everything in her not to pull the trigger right then and there.    Waiting for a clearer shot, she watches as the moonlight shines off of the creature’s pupils then pulls the trigger.  It was a clean shot right into its skull and she didn’t even flinch as bits of its fur and blood landed on her.   It’s carcass bounces along the ground and rolls a few times away from her. 

One more bullet. 

She chambers another round – just like Cable had shown her but the noise just alerts the starving beasts and one of them jumps on top of the pack, snarling down at her as she watches a long trail of salvia drips from its fangs.   Her hands shake and the gun rattles in her grip as she holds it up, but two more of the beasts step out in front of her from around the corners – trapping her in her makeshift cover.  

A feeling of calm and determination passes over her, and suddenly she’s no longer scared.  She’s going to make Nathan proud of her.  She’s going to show him just how good of a teacher he is.  Aiming straight for the left one, she fires the one remaining bullet she has and vaults over its lifeless corpse.  Sprinting forward, she reaches down for the knife strapped to her thigh – her last line of defense.   Whirling around, she skids to a stop and calls out with a loud voice at the four remaining creatures.

"Do you know who you’re dealing with here?!"

Her breath is ragged and unbeknownst to her, her left eye suddenly starting to glow.

"I’M NATHAN SUMMERS DAUGHTER."

The knife in her right hand crackles and shines with a bright light and before she can understand what is happening, a blast of pure psionic force energy sails through the air and splits into four – hitting each of the remaining beasts.  She can hear the tortured whines from the beasts as they turn on each other – their snapping teeth assailing each other’s coats and throats. 

 She closes her eyes for a moment, only opening them when the smell of blood is too strong to ignore and when the murderous cries had stopped.   Her whole body shakes, a faint glow still in her eye.  She didn’t know where that energy had come from…but she could have sworn that she’d seen Nathan do the exact same thing before.

She walks over to the lifeless bodies of the creatures, nudging one of them with her foot.  Whatever had just happened, she isn’t going to tell Nathan about it.  He’d only worry and not like she could explain it anyway.