Outcasts Forever: Issue #1 - Red America

[Arani Korden]

"Hey... aren't you Henry McCoy? You're one o' that Charles Xavier's kids, ain't ya? One o' his X-Men?"

Kids? Hank crossed the room and extended a hand to the newcomer. "My friends call me Hank. And yes, I'm an X-Man, though I haven't been active for years. I guess you're new? Let me be the first to say, 'Welcome aboard.'" Hank looked around the mostly empty room. "Looks like we've got the clubhouse to ourselves at the moment."

 

[Nuke261]

Captain America

Avengers Mansion - Delivery Room
New York, New York

Voices could be heard from down the hall. Knowing Jarvis, and by the looks of all this food, he has everyone meeting in the main Dining Hall. May as well drop my gear and head in. Kind of anxious to see who else has made the team.

He had actually been surprised that an advance list had not been made available to him. There must have been a lot of changes being made that Captain America was not included in the process, at all.

He took off his trench coat and opened his suitcase. He removed his shield and placed his coat inside. The shield was automatically slung over his left shoulder. There was no thought involved, it was just reflex. After that he made his way to the foyer so he could hand his belongings to Jarvis or at least set them there until later.

 

[Mark Chance]

First Floor - Foyer
Avengers Mansion
New York, New York

“Greetings, Master Falcon . . . and Redwing is it? You are expected, sirs” Jarvis said in a clipped British accent. “I do so apologize for the delay, sir. Would you come in. The meeting is expected to start in the main dining hall in a few minutes. If you would leave your bags, I will see them delivered to your room.”

"Thank you, sir," the Falcon said, setting down his bag and briefcase. "You have me at a disadvantage, though. I'm the Falcon, and you are...?"

The Falcon extended his hand for a shake.

 

[Keia]

The Falcon . . . Captain America

First Floor - Foyer
Avengers Mansion
New York, New York

"Thank you, sir," the Falcon said, setting down his bag and briefcase. "You have me at a disadvantage, though. I'm the Falcon, and you are...?"

"Oh, dear me. Terribly sorry, Mr. Falcon," Jarvis explained. "My name is Jarvis, I am the butler here at Avengers Mansion."

Jarvis tentatively held out his hand for the American tradition of a handshake.

Then, someone entered from the back of the Mansion into the foyer . . . Captain America.

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Captain America heard voices in the Foyer, both familiar. One was obviously, Jarvis, the butler for years at the Mansion. The other was familiar but it had been some time . . .

As Cap stepped into the foyer fully, he could clearly see the person standing just inside the doorway was the Falcon - his companion, Redwing, sat respectfully on his shoulder.

The door to the main dining hall was slightly ajar. Inside, Cap could barely make out a person standing just inside the hall - though he couldn't identify him clearly.

OOC: Captain America, Falcon.

 

[Mimic]

Vision

Master Vision, personal items not taken after you left have been stored in the sub-basement level two. I didn’t want the authorities to confiscate your possessions after the ‘incident’. Signed Jarvis

Vision smiles again, the ever efficient Jarvis strikes again it would seem.

His smile fades as he thinks of the 'incident', he learned quickly who his friends were after that and it seemed that Jarvis was part of the rather small group that called him a friend, it was best not to think about it too much though.

A quick check to his internal clock indicates that its nearly time for the meeting, he almost spent too much time here. He phases quickly through the floor and heads towards the dining room

 

[kid A]

Sandman

Originially posted by the Beast
Kids? Hank crossed the room and extended a hand to the newcomer. "My friends call me Hank. And yes, I'm an X-Man, though I haven't been active for years. I guess you're new? Let me be the first to say, 'Welcome aboard.'" Hank looked around the mostly empty room. "Looks like we've got the clubhouse to ourselves at the moment."

Still confused, Flint continued to stare. Shaking his head, he said, "Ummm... thanks. Sorry, it's just that... well, last I heard, you died in DC. I didn't know you recovered. Just took me by surprise, s'all I'm sayin'."

He moved toward Hank and extended his hand. "Name's Flint. Flint Marko. We got somethin' in common, then. I got my head busted in front of the White House a while back."

 

[Mark Chance]

First Floor - Foyer
Avengers Mansion
New York, New York

"Oh, dear me. Terribly sorry, Mr. Falcon," Jarvis explained. "My name is Jarvis, I am the butler here at Avengers Mansion."

Jarvis tentatively held out his hand for the American tradition of a handshake.

Then, someone entered from the back of the Mansion into the foyer . . . Captain America.

The Falcon pumped Jarvis's hand with his best nice-to-meet-you handshake as he noticed Captain America enter the foyer.

"No need to apologize, Jarvis. Honest men make honest mistakes, as my father often says."

The Falcon let the handshake go and waved.

"Hey! Cap!" the Falcon said. "It's been a long time. How have you been? Excuse me, Jarvis."

Redwing still perched on his arm, the Falcon walked across the foyer toward Captain America. Redwing vocalized a welcoming screech along the way.

 

[Keia]

The Vision, Beast, Sandman

The Vision floated through the room and down through the floor into the next level, before floatin easily into the main dining hall. The dining hall was unchanged from when Vision last remembered, though there were eight chairs at the large mahogany table. Logic dictated that there would be eight members of the Avengers on the current roster.

Within the room were two individuals he recognized . . . the Beast, who had been a teammate in the past . . . and the Sandman . . .

He moved toward Hank and extended his hand. "Name's Flint. Flint Marko. We got somethin' in common, then. I got my head busted in front of the White House a while back."

While that information did correlate to the Vision (Flint Marko being the identity of the Sandman), there was not report in recent memory of a headbusting in front of the White House. There were several valid arrest warrants however . . .

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As Flint Marko and the Beast introduced themselves, the ghostly form of a red skinned green clothed and caped individual floated through the ceiling into the room. The Beast recognized the individual as the Vision, though Marko had never seen him before in his life.

OOC: Vision, Sandman, Beast

 

[Arani Korden]

"Ummm... thanks. Sorry, it's just that... well, last I heard, you died in DC. I didn't know you recovered. Just took me by surprise, s'all I'm sayin'."

He moved toward Hank and extended his hand. "Name's Flint. Flint Marko. We got somethin' in common, then. I got my head busted in front of the White House a while back."

It was the Beast's turn to look confused. "There's more to this situation than meets the blinking eye, Flint. I hope the meeting starts soon, because I suddenly have questions."

Seeing the Vision appear, Hank nodded in greeting.

 

[Unicron818]

MoonKnight

“Here ya go, man. I’m not staying, man. Can’t risk another ‘Act of Superheroes’ accident, man,” Jobu said.

"Thanks for the ride", replied Jake. Taking in a deep breath of new air while he had thrown his bag over one shoulder and fixed his grip on his case with the other Jake headed up the block to the Avengers Mansion. Glancing down at the envelope with the invitation inside.

After a nice easy walk to the mansion, Jake had stood at the entrance gate speaking into the voice monitor. "Uh, Hello? Hi...I'm here for the meeting by invitation only?"