I'm wondering if it's just continuing without a new #1 and thus they're just not pushing it as hard? Like maybe it just gets an 'X-Men ResurrXion' trade dress for a storyline and then moves on?
Also is important to note that All-New Wolverine is on the X-Men Prime cover
Robinson/Pacheco feels like a pretty good team for that book. That's cool.
Still nothing on Cable?
It seems like it would be very hard to do a Fox lead Marvel Bullpen movie. I mean, they COULD but how much access to use of the other characters would they get?
And this feels like a movie that would make like 50 million dollars and be made for like 20 million dollars, say. It's not a replacement for the half billion dollars a well received X-Men movie will make.
Rachel as 'Prestige' is... odd.
Voted early, but saved the pic!
Chapter 2!
‘As you know, Erik... I’m sorry, Magneto’ he corrected himself, ‘humans and mutants living in harmony has always been goal, and yet-’
‘And yet?’Erik asks, eyebrows raised.
‘And yet, it is not that simple’
‘Indeed not.’
‘And yet, it is also not as simple as evolution. While the mutant gene is, in fact, a leap forward in human evolution, it is also, increasingly, a stigmatized minority, one of many. Erik, may I ask you a sensitive question?’
‘You may.’
‘You, more than anyone I know, know what it is like to not only be a mutant but also, to be in a persecuted, prejudiced against group. Do you feel a connection between the two?’
‘Of course, Charles - we have talked about this.’
‘Then do-’
Erik waved his hand. ‘I wasn’t finished, Charles.’
‘By all means continue, then.’
‘I see very clearly a connection between the terror that took my family and the plight of mutant kind. And yet, even more so, I see a difference. Whereas the Jewish people were taken by force and held against their will - it needn’t ever be the case with mutant kind. Even the least forceful or ‘dangerous’ of us has gifts in which we can repel a force such as theirs.
When I look back at my childhood, I see weakness. It was not their fault and I would oppose any force that were to undertake such an action again and yet - when I look at the mutant race, I see strength. I see the strength to make sure the failures of the human race are not repeated.’
‘But why must one mean the other - surely mutantkind could be that sort of bulwark against that tyranny but if we truly seek to rule over others, how are we any different - isn’t that just fascism under a different excuse?’
‘Do you believe our existence is ‘an excuse’, Charles? Do you believe that evolution, the force with which life on Earth has advanced from scum on the bottom of an ocean to this point, where we can be having this conversation today - where we can be thinking about these questions and considering these points, do you believe that it is a mistake?’
‘I believe in evolution. I believe that even if there is cause to believe that we are another leap in evolution; as I do, though in perhaps a different way than yourself; that we also evolved from the bonobos and other noble apes and yet they still stand and continue to this day’
‘They do so in cages, they do so by the grace of our will, Charles.’
‘And you believe this is right? Isn’t that the thinking of those same fascists that did so much harm to your family? Isn’t that the thinking of those men who would travel over oceans, find people they thought savages and slaughter them? How is what you want better than that?’
‘They believed themselves superior, Charles, it is self evident that we, mutantkind, are superior. You know it in your bones and yet you surrender to it.’
‘I know, friend, that none of us is truly superior. We all have one life and the goal then, must be to live it and be just.’
‘Justice? You speak of justice, Charles?’
‘Yes.’
‘Is it just that we are kept with their boots to our throat? When we could obliterate them with just a thought? Is it not only cowardice that keeps us from it?’
‘I believe in revolution, as well, Magneto - I just have a different idea of what it entails.’
‘And we each believe the other sincerely incorrect - why do we even have these conversations?’
‘Because we can - because, as you said, we’ve evolved into creatures who can. And we both know that we have evolved into creatures who can not just learn but change and evolve our thinking, as well.’
‘All right, Charles, then what is this new evolution of yours, then? What is the new ‘dream’ that you have for the world?’
‘If mutantkind is to become what it must be, we must use our power wisely. We must not use it to rule, we must use it to balance the scales. There are people living in this world, oppressed and discriminated against, as are we. We must join hands with them, young and old, black and white, rich and poor. We must take our place in this world - not of superior but of equals.’
‘That is all very inspiring rhetoric, Charles - but what are the actions - what are you asking of me.’
‘I have launched an initiative, a company, a... collective of sorts. The X-Collective.’
‘For a man who claims not to stand above others, your initials surely seem to be integrated into your every move.’
‘It is a symbol. It means more than me - in the years since the X-Men were formed, it has become shorthand for the world that I, and they, imagine. I understand your skepticism but I assure you, I am no egoist.’
‘Oh, but aren’t we all, Charles?’
‘To some extent, my friend, I suppose we are. But in terms of being bigger than me - this time, it truly is. We are expanding to every corner of the world. We are undertaking great challenges - such as rebuilding Genosha - a project I know you believe in - as well as opening our doors, not just to mutants but to any who know the sting of persecution.’
‘So - Charles, then what you are building are what? Refugee camps? A place to escape the horrors of the world, wherein the weak and tired will hold down the powerful?
I agree that we live in an unfair world - a flawed and often monsterous world. I have lived in that world as a child and seen it replicated my entire adult life, as our kind dies and is held down by men afraid of the gods we will become. And that is why my life is devoted to revolt - to the replacement of those men by those with the strength, and strength of character, to build a better world.’
‘You once ran my school. You once believed.’
‘And what came of that? Chaos. Your beloved X-Men in tatters, the children I’d sworn to protect became cold, distant and militarized - at least those of them that did not die under my charge. I have tried your way, Charles - I understand your goals and your want for a better world but that world is not our own.’
‘But my plans have been flawed. They were then and they have been since. And you undertook those goals on your own - this time I will be there, I will be beside you and we will build a better world. Join me. Please.’
‘I will not stand in your way, if you do not stand in mine.’
‘If you continue to threaten those with whom I am, more than ever, devoted to helping, then I will stand in your way. I will have no choice.’
‘Then neither will I’, he said and turned his back to his friend, leaving the conversation.
And with that, the conversation ended, the door slamming ominously behind him.
I will note that it's pretty rough, as is. (NaMoWriMo tends to create a non-editing environment by focusing on words rather than quality but c'est la vie)
Here's the first chapter:
The door swung open and there he was, floating into the room, in full regalia. He’d long since abandoned the primary colors that so many considered part and parcel of the ‘hero’/’villain’ binary he now rejected. He was his own man, perhaps to his own detriment.
‘Erik, good to see you’
‘Magneto’, he answered, with antipathy, ‘you know this, Charles’
‘Yes, my friend, I suppose I do. My apologies. Have a seat.’
Magneto shook his head, a defiance defining him that belied the friendly circumstance. Charles Xavier, a man who’s life was defined, in some respects, by sitting without choice, allowed this without comment.
‘Why have you called upon me, Charles?’
Charles took from under the blanket sat on his lap a chess board and held it in the air.
‘I haven’t the time, Charles - you told me it was urgent, important - I have other business to attend to’
‘Very well, I shall get to the point then. I have a new project that I would love your assistance with.’
-
At this same moment, Laura Kinney, the mutant now having taken the mantle of Wolverine, stands dwarfed in the presence of of the many stories high Mutant Hunting robot known as the Sentinel. In it’s hand a heat is arising, destined, it seems to burn the young girl of maybe 16 to oblivion. She stands, unconcerned.
‘Snikt’ - a pair of solid adamantium blades extend from her carpals of her hands. She strides toward the machine, dodging the blast and goes sailing through the air before it blasts the ground where she stood to pieces. Her best leap could only raise her to around ankle level of the machine but there she plunges her claws, on either side - both allowing her to maintain her balance and ripping portions of the foot of the machine asunder.
As she tears the hole larger, a blast of ruby red concusses the now open mechanical portion of the machine, as she pushes off and flies off the machine, landing gracefully in a back flip. The Sentinel’s foot is blown off into a hinge, where the remaining metal uncut by the young Wolverine’s claws is all that holds it still together - the machine attempt to move forward is thwarted, as that foot turns into a stump, pulling the remaining foot behind it, which Laura finally separates with a final incision.
‘Sentinel 4 is stationary - Blue team assemble at point 4 delta’ calls Scott Summers, the mutant known for much of his adolescent and all his adult years on this Earth better as X-Men leader Cyclops, through a headset as he charges the massive machine.
A flash of light signals the coming of the Phoenix, as a bird of fire floats gracefully into the scene. Within moments, the massive Sentinel is ripped into nearly infinite pieces on what appears to be a whim.
‘Your problem has been solved, Cyclops’ she intones, with both passion and indifference.
‘Danger Room, cancel the program’, Cyclops calls, frustrated.
‘I sense anger in you?’ Phoenix asks, quizzically.
‘You had to know that that wasn’t the point of this exercise’, Scott retorts.
‘I thought that the point would be to end every skirmish as quickly as possible’ counters Wolverine, adding ‘if she can do it, why shouldn’t she?’
‘Sometimes de point issint de point, chere’ answers Gambit, as he enters the scene.
‘Exactly’, agrees Cyclops, ‘if this were life and death - she should do all that is within her power, however - this was about teamwork and team building. If we’re to build these teams into cohesive units we need to know our strengths and weaknesses as a team.'
‘Well, it looks like we have a good idea of where our strengths lie’ cracks Rogue, touching down and glancing at Phoenix.
-
‘If this were life and death...’, Monet St. Croix hears and sighs, switching off her comm, bemused at the irony as death reigns down on her team. An army of Frost Giants, rising on Mid-Guard charge toward her and her assembled colleagues. She sets off flying toward the first of them, her fists clenched for battle.
A thunderclap, alongside a crack she recognized, faintly, as a breaking of the speed barrier slightly disoriented her allowing her foe to get the jump on her. An arrow shattered on the Giants shoulder - it couldn’t have hurt him but the sensation clearly distracted him for the moment needed for her to regain her composure, flipping the Giant over in a hip toss - as he landed making a divet in the rock below them.
That arrow came from the Young Avenger known as Hawkeye - Kate Bishop. She knew herself out of her depth but was doing her best to give her teammates, and herself, a fighting chance.
“Oh man!’ she cried as she dodged one Frost Giants blow, only to find herself surrounded.
As the Giants arm rose, seeking to crush her a thunderclap rang out as the might hammer of Thor Mjolnir smashed the arm clear off the monsters body and Jane Foster, the woman now carrying the hammer of Thor, stood over Kate.
‘Are you all right, child?’ she asked.
‘I am now’, she said, exasperated, adding ‘are these always this difficult and, like, terrifying?’
‘Not usually, Mein Frueden’, a voice said, as she was whisked away from the action.
As they found themselves off the field of action with a familiar ‘BAMF’, Kate recognized the man as the mutant Nightcrawler and quietly judged herself as she flinched at the sight of him. She’d seen many strange creatures in her travels and couldn’t quite put a finger on what made him more unsettling, than say, her friend Teddy, who was also an unnatural human skin tone. Or, she corrected herself, an unusual one - self consciously chiding herself for momentarily dismissing Nightcrawler as just as human as herself. If she was going to stick with this group for a while, she was going to have to get her mutant politics in check.
'Are you all right?', Nightcrawler asked
'I wish you guys would stop asking me that, I'm fine', Kate responded, a little more brusquely than intended.
At just that moment another Frost Giant rushed toward them - Nightcrawler BAMFed them away but the Giant went barreling into his brethren fist flailing.
Kate looked on confused, as her teammate Karma walked past.
‘Did she...?’, Kate started to ask confusedly
‘Jahwohl, liebchein'
‘Am I supposed to know what that means?’ Kate asked, as Nightcrawler teleported away.
Before Kate could completely take in the situation, however, another Giant began reeling from blows, yet there didn’t seem to be someone throwing them until, revealed at last was Miles Morales, the newest man to call himself the Amazing Spider-Man, who jumped quickly back into the fray, saying words she couldn’t make out.
‘Does he ever shut up?’ Kate wondered aloud.
Just as the words left her mouth, she was scooped up by a new teammate and a chill went through her, his cold hand gripping her by the waist.
‘Not if he’s like the old one’, said Bobby Drake, the mutant known as Iceman as he slid the two of them back out of the fray.
‘You guys don’t all have to play rescue, you know.’ Kate said, dripping with snark.
‘It’s what we do’
‘Can you not, then?’
‘Have it your way’, Bobby says as he deposits her back into the battleground.
By this time, she’d reloaded her bow with a new arrow that once it hit the Giant let out a sonic snare, dropping him to his knees. M swooped down and laid in the knockout blow, leaving the Giant prone on the ground.
All that remained was one final Giant and each hero, Iceman, Nightcrawler, M, Kate and Thor surrounded it. It’s hands raised in the air, as Karma joined the party.
‘Hands Up, Don’t Shoot guys’, she intoned, as the familiar sight of the Danger Room came back into view.
-
‘Everyone check in’, Cyclops called through the Comm system.
‘All set in the Outback, Scott’ came a response from Angel.
‘Under control at X-Factor, little brother’ replied Havok.
‘Gold team has completed their mission’ said Storm.
‘Excalibur all clear’ said Captain Britain.
‘Can you make it a little harder for us next time?’ asked Jubilee.
‘What do you think’, intoned Emma Frost.
‘...Dani, what about your team?’ asked Cyclops.
A frantic Dani Moonstar replied ‘It’s... uh, complicated.’
‘How complicated?’
‘Quite.’ Dani said, before adding ‘we’re going to need a little more time, Scott. In every sense.’
‘Understood.’
Wish the shades, which are p cool, showed in this pic and that I didn't chew my gum too much to blow a proper bubble by the time I got a pic taken but... otherwise, pretty happy with it
Gotcha. My dad died of cancer, so I've been there. Sorry to hear it and that message is definitely worth spreading.
Hope it all goes as painlessly and gracefully as possible. <3
srry, pizza told me it was an open relationship, I didn't know!
I think this one deserves a definite 'random' choice.
Sorry to hear that about you and/or your dad. Best thoughts with you.
There a lot of different people I'd be interested in sharing pizza and cake with but... at least for this week, I think the people who should be celebrating most enthusiastically are those who take the time and effort to go our and vote, regardless of who they vote for.
I have my opinions and you have yours but having your voice heard is important and needed for a working democracy. Perhaps the biggest share of pizza should go to those who work the polls, have volunteered for campaigns or otherwise gone above and beyond but honestly, we all have our part in making the world more like the one we wish to see.
That... was both fantastic and really didn't tell us much, which is pretty ideal for a first trailer.
This is utterly wonderful, thanks for sharing.
Is anyone else holding weird, delightful unlicensed X-Men comics?!
I'd say some of Claremont's Uncanny run used Rachel a lot - the 'End of Greys' storyline featured her as the star, for instance.
My first notion is Kitty, cause she's my favorite. And yet... I don't know if that's the slant I'd want to go with.
Instead, I'm gonna go with Rachel Summers. Headstrong, slightly damaged, queer with a little out there style? I think that'd work pretty well.
Yeah, Anole and also Northstar should have been included.
There are few bounds to ways I will make things awkward for strangers.
I specifically save it for when I am grocery shopping for some reason or another. It gives me a reason to wait to listen and be specific about my choice, rather than tossing it off.
Alternate title: 5 X-Factors and a Baby
I could get behind an 'All New Wolverine & Kitty Pryde' series that twists the original Wolverine and Kitty mini's dynamic.
Kitty could work in the Wolverine role with a lot of different X-characters and probably most of the Guardians too. A Kitty/Gamora or even Kitty/Havoc series could work for me.
Oh yeah, my comment forgot to bring up how nice it is how cognizant Jay is of neuro-atyicalilities in X-Men comics, as well.
And he's a heck of a Twitter follow too.
There's been a few different periods of my X-Men fandom - as a kid with the animated series, after years away after reading the whole of Paul O'Brien's X-Axis and then Astonishing X-Men and now because of @Jay and Miles. But that's not really all of it.
Also: this is among the few outlets that pushed and prodded and made me think about what queer identity was and involved. I think for a long time I believed because I wasn't trans, there wasn't a space for me. And I thought that things like comics were another reason why, at the end of the day, I had very boy-ish interests. The show was one of the parts of my dawning realization that this was not entirely the case.
What's more, Jay's aplomb and grace in transition was an inspiration in it's own right. The moment when he took his glasses off on the video show and talked about it was really, truly touching. In addition, Jay has made a great use of his platform to promote other awesome queer people, like Elle Collins who enrich the comic's landscape, as well.
I understood this week why Jay would have been weary to post the episode but I'm so glad he (and they... not trying to marginalize Miles here) chose to do so. A week without Jay and Miles feels incomplete and sad at this point. It so fully and happily enriches the hour I choose to consume it, both with it's fun nerd appeal and also, in some small way, each time informing and contorting my relationship with X-Men (a property I really and truly love) and myself.
So, thanks Jay! You're very much appreciated.



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