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Arise o Youth, Destiny is Yours (No SV, Welcome to the MCU)

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Huh....... Could we get Charles to connect to good people and overwhelm apocalypse with kindness? Just spitballing
No way I know how to beat Apocalypse.
 
[X]Write in: Chaos, Chaos, Chaos. They say chaos is a bad thing. Not in this case. Hit Apocalypse with everything imaginable. This is your mind and you'll remind everyone of that fact now. Robots, Superheroes, Soldiers, hell the damn kitchen sink. Imagine it all and throw it at him.
 
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[X] Hit him with all the plagues of Egypt! (Replace the death of a first born with a Godly Nut Kick!)

The Godly nut kick still kind of fits. Rather than killing the first born it's attacking the bits that would make more children. Hah.
 
[X] Hit him with all the plagues of Egypt! (Replace the death of a first born with a Godly Nut Kick!)

Imagery is fine, but we should keep in mind that as per (comics) canon (Xavier's first battle against Ahmal Farouk in Cairo) what ultimately decides a psychic battle is raw power.
 
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    • [X] Hit him with all the plagues of Egypt! (Replace the death of a first born with a Godly Nut Kick!)
      [X]Write in: Chaos, Chaos, Chaos. They say chaos is a bad thing. Not in this case. Hit Apocalypse with everything imaginable. This is your mind and you'll remind everyone of that fact now. Robots, Superheroes, Soldiers, hell the damn kitchen sink. Imagine it all and throw it at him.
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    • So I've got good news and bad news.

    Good news: The Update is almost done.

    Bad news: Due to some problems both in health and other stuff, I will have to call the quest complete after said update.

    Sorry.
     
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    Breaking the Mold 3: Freedom through Faith
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    • Breaking the Mold 3: Freedom through Faith

    You looked at your two friends and realized that this false God had tempted to you into becoming a shell. A figment, a broken toy. No, you are Heinrich Oster. A man who became a friend to all the men who came to save you.

    And now, a nightmare to those that would imprison you. "Abbadon," Apocalypse said. "You disappoint me."

    "I am not the slave Abbadon you monster who claims to be God." You said standing up straight as you felt power coursing through your veins. "I am Heinrich."

    The First Plauge: D100 => 73 vs 20

    "I am a German." You stepped forward and held the Bo staff in your hands. "I am a Healer." You held your arms up to the air. "I am a Mutant, and a Human."

    "I am a Jew, and I will smite you down, with all His Wonders!"

    Your staff smashed to the ground and the dream turned into Egypt, the Nile river, the water turning red with the blood of all who had died. All the babies of the Jews who were drowned. All the slaves that bled, came to the surface.

    Charles was amazed. "Heinrich, we need to-"

    "Not Yet." Sun stated as he stopped your friend. "He needs this."

    "But-"

    "He will never be free unless he breaks the bonds that that monster has put on him."

    Apocoylpes instead of being unnerved merely laughed. "You think those simple tricks will be able to save you, Slave!" He laughed as he grew in size. "Your Moses could not defeat me. Your magic could not defeat me! What hope do you have to defeat me."

    The Second Plague:D100 => 100 vs 20

    Critical!

    You smiled. "I don't need to."

    Then Apocolypse groaned, as he looked at his hands. His skin was beginning to peel to melt away. As the Water returned to normal, from the blood-red to an aqua blue

    But was soon replaced by the Blackness of the Frogs. The sky in the background grew dark, as the Locusts and Pestilence came to Apocolypse.

    The Black Boils started growing fast and hard.

    "AHHH!" He screamed in pain, as he yelled. "I Will destroy you boy!"

    You frowned. "You will not. For my spirit is not yours. It belongs to myself, and to the Lord."

    "Now I shut you out! Out of my mind, my body, and my spirit! Out like the Moneylenders of the Temple!" You may quote Christian symbolism, but it fit well enough.

    "You have no right!" Apocolypse as he tried to stike you.

    The Defense?:D100 => 97 vs 95

    Yet his body withered, as he began to disappear. "Impossible."

    You smiled. "Not impossible." You replied. "You are in my mind, and my mind is not for you."

    "NO!" He shouted as he vanished back from whence he came.

    You than turned back. "Well… Thank you, my friends."

    Charles smiled. "Always old friend."

    "Can we go now, bible study is cool and all, but I don't want to be in this little scene any more than I have to be." Sun complained.

    Alright, you old monkey. "Very well."
    ==

    And you opened your eyes.

    And saw Shaw waiting for you. "About time. We have a lot to talk about."

    AN:

    The Hiatus begins.

    See you in a few months.
     
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    Unknown Time, Unknown Date, Unknown Location.

    You looked at Shaw with confusion and hatred in your eyes as you sat up and looked at your surroundings. You were inside a fancy hotel and a fancy lounge at that. It was a brilliantly beautiful place, that had everything a modern hotel could have.

    Modern colorful art, with bright colors and brilliant warm lighting, made it easy for those suffering hangovers to not get blinded. It was an unknown time… the clocks said 10:43, but you had no earthly idea if it was morning or night. It was… disorienting after all you had been through, to see yourself fully returned mentally, rather than be a slave to that mind-controlling monster.

    But you were still at a loss for what had happened to you.

    What had truly gone on when you were not in full control, towards a goal you did not share?

    "About time. We have a lot to talk about." Shaw had changed since you last saw his face. He no longer wore a silly mustache. His face seemed to have plastic surgery done on it, and he looked handsome. His face, his white teeth smiling, and his hair was flowing and healthy.

    Yet everything about the man filled you with rage as you stood up, and realized you had an advantage. He didn't know. "What happened?" You asked, sounding confused, trying your best to be still disoriented from what happened.

    Shaw seemed genuinely worried as he handed over a glass of some type of alcohol. "You collapsed before we could finalize our deal." He put the drink in your hand, and you sighed, feeling the ice in the drink, and the coolness coming from the glass. "Quite a shock, we thought you were poisoned?"

    Poisoned was the right word, but not the correct way you would put it. You were purging the evil within you. "Who would want me dead?"

    Shaw chuckled. "The usual suspects, German Intelligence, Soviet assassins, even a local CIA boy who thinks that you being here violates American interests…" He poured another drink. "But I assume it's all coming back now."

    While you knew you were not doing anything that most would call illegal. But you knew that didn't stop other nations from spying on one of the richest men in the world. Even in disguise. You were certain more people found out… "My enemies are many, but my equals are none." You quoted Napoleon as your face morphed into a scowl, and drank.

    It was bourbon… cheap and inexpensive? Did he call himself a businessman? You spat it out in disgust. "Cheap Burbon, for a business deal Shaw? I would have thought I deserved more attention than that."

    Shaw seemed aware. "The good stuff is for after the signing."

    You saw the sofa, a beautiful woman sitting there, with platinum blonde hair, and only a white top and pants. She was looking sexy, yet domineering.

    She was the most dangerous person in the room, by far. But for what reason, you did not know. Your memory was a haze, filled with blank spots and bulletholes.

    But instead of panicking, you sighed and walked over to the couch… and looked at the paper.

    The contract that would sign over Future industries… all of its patents, all of its assets. All of your money… to the Hellfire Club? To Shaw.

    You swore you heard that name before, but instead, you were again drawing a blank.

    Not Shaw, but the Hellfire Club. Some kind of think tank that was trying to find out how to win a nuclear war.

    They claim to have succeeded. But how, you did not know?

    "So, do you have anything to say in honor of our new relationship?" Shaw asked.

    What do you say?
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    AN: Almost a Year Later… We return.

    2023 will be the Year of the Super Hero!

    For me at least.
     
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