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<td valign="top">[[Image:Kylun super.psd.png|left]]'''[[Kylun]]:''' Stolen from his family for sacrifice by a cult worshipping the evil entity Necrom, led to believe his parents were dead, the young Colin McKay - obviously a mutant from birth with his fur, his lion-like facial appearance and claws on his hands and feet - was rescued by a group of monks, sworn enemies of the Necrom cult. Named "Kylun", he was brought up as a warrior and he came to the [[Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters| school]] seeking refuge after his second 'family' - including his wife - perished in a last, victorious battle against Necrom. A man adrift in the modern world, Kylun found purpose with the [[X-Men]]. Upon discovering his true family were actually alive, he left to join them in Edinburgh, reestablishing ties with his long-lost parents. Raised to duty and battle, however, the warrior-monk may very well return to rejoin the fight for mutant rights.
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''Following up on a tip to [[SWORD]], [[Clinton Barton]] and his partner encounter [http://x-logs.livejournal.com/3697016.html the Asgardian, New York's latest costumed crime fighter].
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"Right," the voice's sarcasm practically dripped down into the alley below. "So I'm supposed to believe that two cops come running at me with guns pointed just because they heard an ancient Norse name over some tapped phone line. Surely you can do better than that."
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"One, we're not cops. We're agents of SWORD. Two, I haven't drawn a gun and Hendrickson over here's putting his away. Three, I'm getting a crick in my neck. You should come down where I can actually talk to you face to hood. You can obviously get away if you need to - blue flashes of light sort of gave you away there." Clint wiggled his fingers at the figure on the rooftop.
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There was silence for a brief moment, then three lights appeared in the alley. The first dim atop the building, as the figure vanished, the second much brighter as he appeared back in the alley in front of them, and the third, as Hendrickson's gun vanished from his hand, reappearing in the cloaked figure's. He tossed it aside with a sniff. "Not fast enough. Okay so talk."
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"Well, like I said, my name's Clint," he repeated. "I actually ''know'' an Asgardian. So is what you're doing magic or something else?"
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"What do you mean, 'Know an Asgardian,'" the figure asked, dodging the question with one of his own.
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"Thor," Clint said. "Know him. Periodically go drinking with him. He's pretty cool. Has a biker vibe going most of the time."
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"Okaaaay, then" the figure said. "Well, this has been fun. Let's do it again sometime. I'll call you. Really. Don't call me, I'll call you."
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"Hey," Clint said, smile dropping away. "I can see what you're doing. I even admire it to an extent. But you're drawing attention to yourself. That's dangerous."
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"Yeah, well," the man replied. "If some of us who can play as legends don't stand up for the...mice...they get mauled. And they don't deserve that. So screw danger."
  
 
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Latest revision as of 15:46, 2 January 2021

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Moment of Awesome - Billy Kaplan/Wiccan:

Following up on a tip to SWORD, Clinton Barton and his partner encounter the Asgardian, New York's latest costumed crime fighter.


"Right," the voice's sarcasm practically dripped down into the alley below. "So I'm supposed to believe that two cops come running at me with guns pointed just because they heard an ancient Norse name over some tapped phone line. Surely you can do better than that."

"One, we're not cops. We're agents of SWORD. Two, I haven't drawn a gun and Hendrickson over here's putting his away. Three, I'm getting a crick in my neck. You should come down where I can actually talk to you face to hood. You can obviously get away if you need to - blue flashes of light sort of gave you away there." Clint wiggled his fingers at the figure on the rooftop.

There was silence for a brief moment, then three lights appeared in the alley. The first dim atop the building, as the figure vanished, the second much brighter as he appeared back in the alley in front of them, and the third, as Hendrickson's gun vanished from his hand, reappearing in the cloaked figure's. He tossed it aside with a sniff. "Not fast enough. Okay so talk."

"Well, like I said, my name's Clint," he repeated. "I actually know an Asgardian. So is what you're doing magic or something else?"

"What do you mean, 'Know an Asgardian,'" the figure asked, dodging the question with one of his own.

"Thor," Clint said. "Know him. Periodically go drinking with him. He's pretty cool. Has a biker vibe going most of the time."

"Okaaaay, then" the figure said. "Well, this has been fun. Let's do it again sometime. I'll call you. Really. Don't call me, I'll call you."

"Hey," Clint said, smile dropping away. "I can see what you're doing. I even admire it to an extent. But you're drawing attention to yourself. That's dangerous."

"Yeah, well," the man replied. "If some of us who can play as legends don't stand up for the...mice...they get mauled. And they don't deserve that. So screw danger."