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To Infinity and Beyond

Arms tucked in at his sides, legs together, head up. All of this was to make him as aerodynamic as he could. Except for the head part. That was so he could see where he was flying.  His time at the academy had been full of meetings, of friends old and new. But Jean-Paul was not the kind to stay in one place.  Ever since he'd heard Pietro had left, he'd felt an outsider. No-one could keep up, no-one could understand. He had stayed for the children, for the people he might be able to help avoid mistakes he had made.  Teddy was gone now, and Jean-Paul couldn't help but feel there was more he could have done. Some untried way he could have helped him. And since meeting the stranger at that club it had all come together.  He wasn't home. And he needed to be. He needed to stop worrying about his sister and trust her. He needed to stop hurting himself for the sake of others.  And so he'd packed his things, had them sent on ahead and sent word to his sister, or to the six places that he hoped she would eventually visit, that he would be in his mansion. Quebec was waiting for him, and he doubted there would be many who would miss him.  He was going somewhere better. OOC: Feel free to react to this post if your character knows JP or was a friend of his. Or I suppose if they want to finally burn their books for business class. *side eyes KO* :D I'm leaving because step by step I'm being forced out. It's a shame that something I thought would be the most fun in the world could become worse than a chore and morph into a punishment. I can no longer justify staying because as much as I love RPing with some of you and you as people, I have to put my own mental health first. It hurts too much to see friend after friend hurt and dismissed and treated rudely, to say nothing of my own treatment.  I hope that we can stay in touch, and anyone who wants my skype but didn't get the chance to get it before I was booted from OOC and IC chat can just ask and I'll be happy to give it. 

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Jessica Drew started following you

Emailing some ideas for a new line of base layers to one of his contacts, Jean-Paul looked up from his phone.  "hm.B'jour, " the Canadian said, obviously preoccupied without being 'busy' per se. "Northstar, I haven't seen you before. "

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"Ouais...She has. I don't know where or who she is at the moment but...She must be somewhere." He stepped past the atlantean, continuing on his journey. "à bientôt."

"I apologize for being no use, but no. Has she been missing?"

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It was a long shot. And a half. But now that he was really feeling the loss and the uncertainty, any chance for information was one he had to take. "Have you seen my sister lately?"

"Of corse. Hmm I agree, you have my thanks for the helpful advice." Namor replied calmly but with a bit of awkwardness, "Atlantis is doing well."

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"Hm. If they found themselves in a situation underwater they probably would need to know how to fight." HE thought back to his own adventure with Namor and the plodex so long ago. "You might find it easier to teach those who can fly, after all, the motions are fairly similar. Provided they have a breathing apparatus." Northstar thought for a moment  "how is Atlantis?"

Mutant Air. ||Namor||

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"Feel free." He pulled out one of the chairs for her, recognising the girl as one of the students at the Academy. “would you like a drink?" They were at a smoothie bar after all and she seemed to be nice enough from what he knew. 

Lifting his drink from the counter, he stirred it with the straw and took a sip, glad for the refreshment. “I don’t think we’ve met properly, Jean-Paul Beaubier. You are…?"

Cassie was drinking a pineapple smoothie while studying for a test, she was already there for two hours. She sat in her favorite spot, the corner booth. After a while she finally finished studying and put her books away into her bag. She quickly finished the rest of the pineapple smoothie and  made her way to the exit.

While making her way out she saw a familiar face, a little surprised because she thought she was the only one who goes to the smoothie shop. She decided to walk up to him and chat, just for the sake of chatting and making another friend. "Care if I join?" she walked up to him, and like always, with a smile on her face.

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"Probably less. I plan on going faster." Hands on hips, the speedster smirked. "They don't call me the Speed Demon of the North for nothing you know."  Shking out and stretching a little more, JP jumped up using a pommel horse, not using his flight, and grabbed the trapeze bar, pulling himself up onto it and, even though falling from this height was not a big concern, especially if you can fly, wrapped a foot in the rope fro security as a force of habit.  He considered his answer. He knew the first race had been less a fluke and more a win, but that didn't stop his competitive nature. "I was overconfident. I didn't think anyone could match me, so I didn't run at full pace. And Pietro's  quick reactions gave him just enough advantage to beat me. " He hooked his other foot in and then leaned forward, quickly 'falling' into a hang by his ankles. "I won't be underestimating him again in this race though."

Gymnasts (etoilenord dropped by the spidercave)

Peter nodded, and he couldn’t help but feel a little bit excited to see the two pitted against each-other. “Yeah, course, I’ll be there. Not like the race’ll last more than a few seconds anyway if that’s how fast you plan on going,” he said, gesturing to the wall where Jean-Paul had just ran over to and back. “I can spare that time, definitely.”

Peter sat on one of the equipment chests—he had never been much of an exercise guy anyway—and watched as JP got ready to do whatever his next set of preparation was. “No one ever explained how that was a fluke, anyway, the first race. Care to elaborate?”

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Jean-Paul knew what appraisal looked like and he was pleased to see what looked like a favourable impression form. Cocking one head slightly to better display both his almost femininely beautiful face and his elf-like ears he smiled. "Good manners can go a long way, so I hear."  The Blond was obviously full of himself, that much didn't bother Jean-Paul overly, since in this case it did not seem to be entirely undeserved. Pride in yourself and confidence were attractive to him, as was the slightly exciting nature of grinding against a stranger you might never meet again in a club.  He decided to give his first name only, he could go for a big reveal later if he wanted to, but for now he wanted to keep it to himself. "Jean-Paul." He said, lips almost against the blond's ear and laying on his accent a little, knowing that it sometimes got a rise out of people. "I'm..visiting from Quebec." He sensed a shared 'not native-ness' from this man. Perhaps it was the way he writhed sensuously to the music rather than just moving because it had a beat. It was very similar to the way he'd performed and watched others performed in the Cirque. Although that had been choreographed, and this was on-the-fly. As though the other man could feel the music more than just a rumble of bass in his chest.

L'Amour Looks Something Like You [[Noh-Varr and Northstar]]

Noh-Varr only noticed the man behind him when he felt lips brush his ear and a deep voice whisper to him. It was the most polite proposition he’d received all evening.

Noh-Varr glanced back over his shoulder, taking a look at the face of the man who’d settled into an imitation of his own rhythm. The man was handsome and well-built, dark hair and eyes like cut glass, although his age was evident, and he looked strangely familiar, despite knowing that he’d never met this man. Noh-Varr had never cared for the age of friends, considering that he spent most of his time dealing with older adults anyway and was, of course, an adult himself. There was something strange, almost ethereal, about the man, like he projected an aura of difference around him - Noh-Varr supposed that the pointed ears might have had something to do with that, or the coiled, latent power in the man’s arms and legs. Here was a man of speed and strength, and Noh-Varr’s immediate thought was how good it would feel to prove himself superior to this man, to revel in the challenge he presented. The Kree realised he was probably staring, but he didn’t care for it, and smiled.

He moved so he could repeat the man’s gesture and said, loud enough to be heard without shouting in the man’s ear, “Well, seeing as you asked me nicely, I suppose I can reward you for your manners." He knew he sounded arrogant, but if this man was as unusual as he’d assumed, then he’d likely receive a similar attitude in return. He then relaxed against the man, still dancing - an invitation if there ever was one. “What’s your name?" he asked, and he could feel it there, the small undercurrents of tension under his skin. His evening had become very interesting indeed.

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Hello all, so this is my dad, and he’s planning on cosplaying as Rescue Captain America at San Diego Comic-Con this year.

Here’s the problem: He’s 53 and he thinks he might be too old to cosplay. In addition, he thinks he’s not buff/handsome enough to pull it off a Captain America costume. So even though he’s put a ton of work into his cosplay, he’s thinking about not taking any of it with us.

I’ve set out to prove him wrong, so tumblr, please help me show this retired Air Force officer that he makes a great Captain America!

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On the advice of an old flame Jean-Paul had come here. The advice hadbeen sound; it was definitely his kind of place. Not so dark that it felt seedy, not too focused on sex in the toilets, and best of all, tehy had a Dazzler hour where any shots that were coloured were half price.  And then there were the other people. wetting his lips a little, the ex-skiier made his way into the dimmed lights of the dance floor and started to move to the beat. He could do this all night. People normally couldn't keep up with him once he got going, but Quicksilver would have. Perhaps. If he wasn't so busy being away somewhere. You know what? he was going to have a good time without that trou du cul.  Getting into the beat and enjoying the attention he was getting from a few of the other dancers, he suddenly caught sight of a shock of white hair.  "HA!" Clearly Pietro had realised and come back from who knows where and come here to find him. Excusing himself from the tall Puerto Rican he'd been dancing with to weave in and out of the people and move towards the blonde.  As he drew closer though, he could see that this was not Pietro Maximoff, A.K.A. Quicksilver. This was someone else  entirely. But he had some moves. And he was very attractive....What use was being in a gay bar if he wasn't going to make friends, though, right? He made eyecontact[or attempted to] as he moved closer, smiling and making it very clear that he'd seen the blonde. As he came within arms reach, which was still just outside hearing range, he started to dance properly, rather than just moving through the crowd while nodding to the beat.  As the song quietened slightly, he leant in, mouth close to the other man's ear, "Bonsoir, You don't mind if I dance with you, do you?" 

L'Amour Looks Something Like You [[Noh-Varr and Northstar]]

Noh-Varr paid no mind to the club and every other person in it, and he danced as if no one was watching.

Of all the human things that he loved, he loved music and dance the most. It was a wonderful thing - to have music evoke in him such deep, powerful happiness, and for it to be acceptable to express this joy with his body was a blessing he could not deny. And that’s what it was to him - an expression of delight that words could not express, but physical movements seemed to do the job just fine. He liked how he was able to take his feelings and throw them up in the air, how the light intensified them them it filtered across his fingers just so, how the steady pulse of the music was so loud that it eclipsed the beating of his own heart in his chest.

He’d heard of humans “living for the weekend,” and if this is what they looked forward too, then he could absolutely see why they would think that.

He was only dimly aware that this was what humans would refer to as a gay club. He personally didn’t care. His awareness of the fellow dancers was in the stifling heat of the club, the occasional brush of clothes or press of a body against him, and the thick smell of sweat and alcohol. His awareness did increase on the few times he had been accosted by people wishing to dance with him (not that dancing was their intention), but he merely walked away and shot them a look. If he wanted to go home with someone, it would not be with someone who felt that the appropriate way to approach him was to just grab at him and hope that he understood the message.

He was not adverse to the concept. Going home with someone might be nice, and it was not as if having people express attraction for him was bad. He knew he was considered attractive to humans, and he enjoyed and appreciated it when he was the object of their desire. But it was not what he cared for then. All he cared for was this, moving in time to songs that he’d never heard of and wouldn’t remember, songs that filled him with energy and ecstasy and power and freedom.  

He felt free, letting his joy be cast out into the open, and his night could only go up from here. 

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Come fly with me ¬¬Rogue¬¬

Rogue was walking through the grounds, taking an afternoon off to enjoy the sunshine when she happened to glance up and notice a figure in the air. She laughed as they did a loop-de-loop and applauded, though she was sure they wouldn’t hear her as she was so far away.

Battling a moment of indecision, she decided she would join JP as she often got lonely when flying and after watching him for a few moments, she was craving a fly herself. Launching herself into the air she decided to copy his early trick, whooping as she came out of the loop. She felt exhilarated as the wind rushed past her, her hair whipping out around her. She hoped she’d never have to give this up. 

It wasn’t long before she caught up to him, appearing on his left. He looked so content and she knew her expression must mirror his. Flying was something that brought a great deal of happiness and inner peace.

“Hey there, thought ah’d join ya, couldn’t let ya have all the fun now, could I?” She grinned, crossing her arms as she turned to face him in the air.

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I'm Kind of a 'Big' Thing. [Cassie]

Jean-Paul was out on the town. Not out on the town to party though, just off for a trip to where the people were, since his runnning partner, Quicksilver seemed to be out all the time, probably trying to get some practice for their upcoming race. Come to think of it, a lot of people had been absent recently. He didn't know if he was glad or insulted that he hadn't been invited along one whatever it was they were all up to.

Walking through the mall, he'd had a few people stare but given the proximity to the X-Mansion, it wasn't much wonder that no real nuisance had been had. Superheroes must be almost commonplace. Which both was and was not a shame.  He spotted a smoothie bar, and once inside, leaning on the counter and perusing the menu, he ordered something citrusy with a spoonful of wheatgrass powder. He'd never gone in for healthfoods per se, just eaten healthily. But Alison had mentioned it to him once and since it was only fifty cents more, why not?

Sitting down at the counter and watching the staff make the smoothies using actual fruit confirmed his suspiscions that this was going to be refreshing and good for him. 

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"Business. Perhaps you should teach a class." He crossed his arms and cocked one hip slightly. "Swimming? or The Culture and History of Atlantis?"

Mutant Air. ||Namor||

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The New York Times is celebrating diversity in comics by highlighting LGBT characters and their allies. I was asked to contribute a drawing of three bisexual characters: Voodoo, Hercules, Ozymandias!

Other contributors: Gay - Wiccan, Hulkling and Bunker by Luciano Vecchio Lesbian - Samanya, Karolina Dean and Bling by Jamie Fay and David Delanty Transgender - Xavin, Desire and Sir Ystin by Rey Arzeno  Allies - Batgirl, Dazzler and Kyle Rayner by Daniel McNea

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* By now you know he only speaks French

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Quentin Quire. June 2013. Pen & Ink, Photoshop CS6