#axrpg prompt

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Mama...I killed a man

Tagging: Piotr Rasputin, Illyana Rasputina and Mikhail Rasputin Location: Piotr and Julian’s apartment|Hell’s Kitchen,NY Time Frame: Evening, 5/8/2016 General Notes: Axrpg prompt

“Herre lies Alexandrra Rrasputina.” Piotr murmured unable to look up to his sister or brother. The last few days have been rocky at best for the siblings. They seemed to be on opposite sides of a war created by Wilson Fisk. Everytime he found himself ready to pull out, Wilson reeled him in. He dangled his siblings in front of him and now he tells him he knows about the status of his mother. Deceased. Gone. Forever.  Leaving at a young age, Piotr’s memories of his mother were skewed. The only one that had any memories was Mikhail but he refuses to speak on it. 

He stared at the photograph of the cemetery in Russia thinking how irrelevant saving for flight tickets would be. There was still his father but all three siblings had agreed that he wasn’t worth finding without their mother. 

“Still doubting Wilson’s intentions?” Illyana spoke up with a tone of frustration. Mikhail held her close and Piotr scoffed at how things had shifted between them. Illyana couldn’t stand the sight of Mikhail and suddenly he’s all knowing because he’s willing to comply with Wilson. He had gained his family to have it taken away. 

“Yes.” Piotr handed them the photograph. “Everrytime I question motives he shoves something new about my past. Ourr past into ourr faces. That cannot be good intention. How could you be so blind?” 

“Don’t talk to Illyana that way, Peter.” 

“It is Piotrr!” he yelled at his older brother and stood up, pushing himself from the table in the kitchen he shared with his boyfriend. “Happy Motherr’s Day, eh? Illyana pops up on Chrristmas. You ven I seem to be losing my grrip on rreality. Motherr today. So should I expect inforrmation on fatherr next month, yes? Do you not see? Ve arre pawns! He knows ven to strrike. And he has you both brrain vashed!” 

“That’s enough, Peter.” Mikhail replied calmly and took Illyana by the hand. “Let’s go. He needs to grieve.” 

He needs to grieve. Like a good soldier. Like a pawn He was hurt. He was confused and he loved his mother very much. How could he not? Despite it all. Despite the arguing after Mikhail’s departure. Despite the pain caused to his family, there was still a glimpse of his mother when he needed her and Piotr couldn’t easily forget. “Yes. Please leave.” He waited for the door to shut so he could pull out the photograph of his mother holding him in her arms and Mikhail holding her hand. Her long raven tresses fell on her shoulders and he could almost smell the pot roast coming from his mother’s kitchen. “I’m sorry mama. I failed you. No morre. I’ll get Mikhail and Illyana back. Vateverr it takes.” Piotr never broke a promise. 

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Tick, Tock | A Journal Entry

01-12-2016

Alec’s making me sit down and write this out. I dislike journaling. It leaves a paper trail. And it’s time consuming. And pointless. He seems to think it’s going to be good for me to write out my thoughts, since I seem to have so many of them.

He’s not.. wrong, per se. 

I haven’t been at work in a couple of days, actually. City-wide blakout blackout has J. Crew mostly closed. The bar’s down too for the time being because those generators will only run so long. This shit fucking sucks, but I’m concerned about leaving my apartment empty for any length of time. 

Alec’s telling me to not fudge the dates on this entry cause he knows better. The fuck’s he care, anyway? Annnnd he’s gone. Yay. 

I’m wondering if they’re going to call in the Guard any time soon. People can get in and out of the city, sure, but.. this is a big place, with more people.. and this is day four? How long will this keep going?

Right. Work. This is about work.

It’s mostly just been.. training, really. Learning where to go and what tasks need to be completed by when, at least for J. Crew, during my weekdays. Trash for my assigned floors needs to be dealt with by 4:30pm, and any spills or other cleanups need to be handled accordingly. Bathrooms need to be cleaned before 9am and after 3pm.. what products I can and can’t use.. I haven’t heard anything against Mutants, at least. As far as I give a shit, my ability’s fair game. Makes some tasks easier than others.

I’ve been told I may be assigned to other tasks throughout the day once I’ve been here a bit, and.. I told them I had a knack for mechanics, but.. Idk. Nothing may come of it. Maybe they’ll let me help with other shit to break the monotony of things. 

Why do they have day shift maintenance? 

Oh. There was also mention of other housekeeping tasks for specific offices, which will be.. interesting. It’d put me in a position for information if I ever needed one, which could be useful. 

I like not having to really talk to anyone all that often. And I can listen to music as I work sometimes, which is cool I guess. All in all it’s hella boring, but it’s a job, and it pays well enough for me to be able to function for now.

I like the bar gig better though, even if it is exhausting. It’s really funny to watch brats show up with fake IDs. P. sure I know a fake when I see one. They get so dickish though. It’s great. No overly privileged asshats in my bar. 

The legit adults can be pretty okay. Haven’t had any real noteworthy incidents yet, and the crew I’m s’posed to work with on the weekends is pretty okay from what I’ve seen. This whole blackout shit has really fucked with everything though. It’s hard to bounce when my job’s shut down because running the generators long enough would be more expensive than the money we’d make, and it’d leave Michael powerless.. Art likes Michael too much for that. Not sure why. I need to find out.

Maybe I’ll get to find out what this bouncer gig is really like when things are up and running again. Weekends are the hardest, because all the party people come out to play and get shitfaced before Monday hits, and those are the shifts I’m working. Maybe it’ll actually be entertaining. 

I’m losing my fucking mind with nothing to do, though. Like. For real.

[the-rxgue]

My Mother, That’s Who I Mean......

Tagging: Marie Raven, Raven Darkholme, & May D'ancanto Location: Marie’s Loft Time Frame: Early Morning, 05.08.16  General Notes: What does it mean to be a mother? ‘Mama’ Prompt || I had such a hard time formatting this, it’s basically a reflection. 

If her mother hadn’t told her not to, Marie would’ve been arriving in Biloxi by now. But May, being the sensible person that she was, told Marie that it made no sense to travel all that way just for a weekend when Marie could always spend a week or two at some other time. If you didn’t want to acknowledge their looks, it was safe to say that both women had similar personalities - they were both very stubborn. After much bickering, Marie had given in and opted for sending her mother a package that should arrive some time today.  

Marie sat on her bead behind her laptop, typing away paragraph after paragraph for a story she had been working on. She wanted to give her mother some time to wake up before she called on Skype. It was nice to wake her mother up bright and early but she wanted her mom to relax today and she was hoping her father would let her do the same. Marie glanced at the time stamp on her laptop screen and sighed, growing slightly impatient. She wished she could’ve woken up bright and early to make her mother breakfast and made a cute card but instead she had to settle for sending a box of newly purchased clothes and chocolates and a card. All mailed to May D’ancanto. D’ancanto. It was a name that Marie hadn’t used in years. How did she go from Anna Marie D’ancanto to simply Marie Raven?

Raven. In retrospect, was it really a total shocker that she had gotten involved with Mystique again? She legally changed her name to reflect the time she spent with Mystique, the person she became while with Mystique. Who was Marie, really? Was she a D’ancanto by blood or a Darkholme by association? The person who Marie currently is, is she a product of May or Raven? Or both? 

They say your teenage years really help shape who you are. May hadn’t even gotten the chance to be thee for Marie during that time. Marie had robbed her birth mother of that opportunity and gave it to her...her other mother. But was Mystique really her mother in a sense? Yes, she took Marie in and she did have good moments but could she really be considered a mother figure with all they had been through? With the blood that was on Marie’s hands because of her “guidance”? What makes a mother? Did blood really matter or could it be action based?

May raised Marie for the first part of her life. May raised Anna, the girl before the mutation. Even though there was a time in Marie’s life when she didn’t love herself, there was never a doubt in Marie’s mind that her mother had stopped loving her. The kinder parts of Marie certainly come from May. She honestly loved her mother with her whole heart, that’s why she had to leave...she couldn’t risk hurting either of her parents like she had hurt Daniel. Her favorite thing about her mother was her laugh. Her mother’s smile had a way of lighting up her whole face and making everything just seem better somehow. The years spent running straight to mom with tears in her eyes after scraping her knees or elbows, the years spent dressing up in her mother’s clothing and pretending the be her, the years of advice about school and all the love and happiness May had supplied to Marie came flooding to the young girl’s mind. May was her mother in every sense of the word. 

But where does that leave Mystique? Mystique found Marie at a hard time in Marie’s life and somehow fixed what was wrong with her. Mystique taught Marie that there was nothing really wrong with her other than her attitude toward the situation. Mutant and Proud. That’s how she taught Marie to be. Marie knew how the world viewed Mystique: merciless, a criminal, a menace to society. But Marie possibly owed her life to Mystique. Who knows what could’ve happened to her if she kept roaming the streets on her own? A 13 year old with barely $10 to her name? Mystique took her in and gave her a home....and everything Marie did for her was just a way of paying her back for her generosity. If it weren’t for Mystique, Marie wouldn’t have Pietro and Wanda in her life. Marie wouldn’t really have any of the people she loved right now if it weren’t for her time with Mystique. After hearing about Xavier’s and the X-Men while with The Brotherhood, Marie decided to go to the school to figure herself out. How long would that have taken if she hadn’t met Mystique? What if she never really got the chance to hear about Xavier’s before it was too late for her? She had to credit Mystique for that. But there was certainly a difference between Mystique the criminal and Mystique - or Raven, rather- the one who saved her. If there was ever a time in her life Marie needed a strong woman, it was in the time she met Mystique and Mystique certainly delivered. Mystique made Marie stronger. Yes, she was tough, but Marie knew that Mystique did care about her to some degree. It may not be the same love that May had for Marie but there was still something there. Maybe Marie just had a slight case of Stockholm Syndrome. 

Two completely different forms of parenting. Two completely different impacts on Marie’s life. Despite all the pain, the moments of doubt, the years of separation, the struggling, the strife, Marie wouldn’t be the same if it weren’t for these two women. One that manages to be outspoken and mild mannered at the same time and another who manages to be merciless and loving in one breath. Maybe it’s not a matter of which woman is really her mother because Marie is a daughter to both of them.If a mother’s job is to impact her children and help them succeed in life, both women managed to do that for Marie; she carries pieces of them with her. 

Marie jumped slightly at the sound of an incoming skype call; she hadn’t realized how lost in thought she was. She quickly accepted and adjusted her headphones, smiling at the sight of her mother still in bed. “Hey, Ma, happy mother’s day.....”

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An Escape Route

Tagging: Piotr Rasputin Location: Undisclosed Time Frame: Evening, 2/28/2016 General Notes: Axrpg prompt

The music continued in his ears and he found it quite frustrating that no matter what he did, Piotr couldn’t shake it off. His eyes burned from how exhausted they were and his hands felt like jello as he ran one over his face. He heard so many voices trying to reach out to him but the music only increased in volume. How the hell was that possible? He wanted to yell at whomever to lower the noise. His ears rang. They tried to recover from it all and everytime he thought he had made some progress, they started all over again. 

Fixated on the door in front of him, Piotr reached out like a child reaching for their mother. “Mama?” he actually opened his mouth this time to speak and the tears that filled his eyes began to trickle down his face. His now tear stained shirt turned different colors from Green to blue from flesh to steel. “Mama? I vant to go vith you.” He yelled this time trying to his best to be louder than the music. That annoying music. His mother’s voice tried. It tried to surpass the music but it wouldn’t happen. And that’s when he heard Julian. “J?” He called out but he couldn’t even decipher his words. There were others. Cole, Jubilation, even the five girls he was getting to know. Lorna kept calling out for him too but Piotr couldn’t move. Nothing was working and he was giving up. 

The hand that landed on his shoulder felt stronger than the steel he was able to turn into and with fear in his eyes, he looked up at Wilson’s wide smile.”You belong with me.” The older man announced and closed the door Piotr was becoming obsessed with. The farther he walked with Wilson, the harder it was to see the Exit sign or hear the voices. He only heard the music now. The noise. The shrieking. And before he knew it, Piotr had forgotten the voices. He was starting to forget everything. Nadia’s face. Alma’s laugh. Julian’s kiss. It was all gone and he was alone. 

The gasp that escaped his lips woke him up and he looked around and down at Julian who stirred in bed and Piotr lied back down to wrap a protective arm around his boyfriend. What was he doing? This wasn’t okay. 

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Cash Money-prompt

Tagging: Piotr Rasputin & Wilson Fisk. Location: Wilson Fisk’s office Time Frame: January 14, 2016 General Notes:axrpg prompt. What it’s like working for Mr. Fisk.

Piotr waved his hand to let Wilson know he didn’t want a drink. Rememering his American accent that Illyana and Julian had helped him perfect, Piotr went on. “I am fine. Just need to get back to my other job. With this blackout, it is a little impossible to just disappear on my tenants.” Piotr huffed but then accepted the drink anyway. “Centerfolds is a little too rough to get around. From what I have gathered, it is owned by HYDRA. Are you familiar? They are not ones to mess with. I had a run in with them, and they are tough.” He could not tell him about his mutation. Not yet. A part of him thought that maybe Wilson would take that information and take advantage of him. As time had gone on, Piotr began to realize that Wilson was yes a good man but also a very greedy one. Knowing that Piotr was practically impenetrable would mean trouble for the Russian and he needed to keep his distance. For now. He was still appreciative for all the things Wilson had done for him including finding Illyana. It was something he constantly questioned but was too grateful to burn bridges.

Wilson smirked, pushing the drink in the taller man’s direction. Peter had become his favorite person after Vanessa. He was his son. Someday, Wilson would tell him that. For now, he needed to focus on the task at hand. “You did well. They didn’t suspect you? HYDRA. I see. Well, don’t get yourself killed. I wouldn’t forgive myself.” The idea made him grimace and he wondered how Peter knew of HYDRA. He couldn’t possibly know everything about the painter slash super but it still bothered him that he didn’t. There will always be that small part of Wilson Fisk that will wonder how Peter got him to trust him so quickly. “Alright.” He opened his drawer and pulled out a stack of money for Peter. $4,500 for gathering information seemed to suffice for now. Along with the money, Wilson pulled out a gun and slid it across the desk and next to the glass. “Protection. Don’t argue with me, Peter. That boyfriend of yours would hate me if he knew I would get you hurt but thank you for the information. I’ll see that my associates look into this HYDRA a little more. Also, I’m going to purchase the complexes in Hell’s kitchen. Yours included. You don’t have to work for that man anymore. Soon, we’ll have Hell’s Kitchen to ourselves and you’ll be sitting by my side the entire time. Go get some rest, save the tenants. Next week I want to pay a few people a visit. They owe me money. And time. I know you’ll be intimidating enough to get both for me. Say hello to Illyana for me and the answer is yes...she can use the swimming pool anytime she wants.”

Piotr felt a rush as he stared at the money. He had already been saving it all in a shoebox under his bed. It wasn’t an ideal spot but he couldn’t just go to a bank and deposit the thousands of dollars he was making. Vanessa was keeping his work, he was saving up for tuition and for a trip to Siberia, Illyana was going to stay after all. Life was perfect. But why did this feel bittersweet. “They never suspect me.” There was too much confidence in his voice but it was the truth. Piotr did his job well and there was a stack of money before him to prove it. “Protection.” He didn’t need it. In his steel form, he didn’t need it. Even in flesh, Piotr could take most down. But he took it anyway. This is what it was like working for Wilson Fisk. He’d ask Piotr for information, Piotr would bring it back and Wilson would reward him or pay him. This was work. It was easy but he knew it wasn’t clean. Swiping his tongue across his top lip, Piotr wanted to ask hm more about Illyana. There must have been an exchange between Wilson and his sister before arriving at his apartment. Wilson’s plan broke him out of his thoughts. “You’re being the entire complex? That’s going to be costly.” Was that the right American word? Costly? But of course I will let Illyana know and I will be in contact with you.” Piotr stood up as Wilson did and shook his hand. It would be okay. This was just a job. Wilson was the father didn’t get to grow up with and with the right amount of time, Piotr would get to have his whole family together again and it would be all thanks to the man before him. He had to continue acknowledging that and remember that if it weren’t for Wilson and Vanessa, his life would be extremely different. “Goodbye, sir.”

”Costly but I have the money. You will help me run this. Hell’s Kitchen will continue to thrive and you will be more than just some super, Peter. You will be a prince in his kingdom. Just stick with me.” Wilson kept his eyes on Peter. His loyalty was special. Unlike anyone else he met before except for...except for his friend that had passed. The memory was too fresh and Wilson clenched both fists as he watched Peter leave. He had made a good choice. He loved these meetings.

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GREED

Written in Russian: 

Journal,

Today was a good day. Wilson purchased a few of the lofts from the management team he had me scout. It wasn’t a surprising business transaction. They were going to budge eventually. Soon, he will own a good portion of Hell’s Kitchen and keep the rent at a fixed rate. Million and billion dollar transactions mean a good commission for me and I can do so much with that money. 

1) I’d pay off Illyana’s student loans. 

2) Take Julian on a vacation of his choice. 

3) Buy us a home--the kind he has always wanted. 

4) Get Alma and Gabriel all the toys their little heart desires. 

5) Find my parents finally with Mikhail and Illyana by my side. 

6) Go back to school. 

7) Open up an art studio. 

8) Buy the gold and silver ring I saw in the jewelry store window. For later use. 

9) Stop working for Wilson

Maybe this isn’t the way to thankful. This might come off greedy but I never intended to work for him for too long. He would find someone better. Someone who could actually finish his tasks. Someone who isn’t afraid of breaking the law or bending the rules. I want a good life. I want to forget the things I’ve heard or seen. I can start it with the people I love by my side. Once I get my commission, I’m giving him my resignation and I”ll be free again. 

[omggambit]

New Home|Prompt

Tagging: Remy LeBeau Location: George Mason University, Maryland Time Frame: Early morning, September 2010 General Notes: Life after Xavier’s

Remy pulled up to the campus where there was a sea of freshman wondering around. Most of them were holding maps of the campus and were adorned with various memorabilia promoting the school colors green and gold. Unloading the car with his suitcase and Bo, Remy made his way to the long line of Freshman waiting to find their dorm rooms. Finally reaching the front of the line, he gave them his name. “LeBeau, you’re in room 5F Block D” the young brunette man replied without looking up from his clipboard. Picking up a map, Remy navigated himself through the crowds of people to his room. His Bo got him a few quizzical stares and a some fearful ones. Entering his room, he looked around at the bare walls and the empty closet. I guess this is home now he thought, unzipping the suitcase on his bed.

As the day drew on and Remy had finally finished unpacking, he decided to explore a little. Walking down the hallway, he noticed a majority of students saying goodbye to tearful parents and siblings. There was a pang in Remy’s chest as he moved faster out the building as to get away from the reminder that he was on his own again. He made his way to the front of the The Volgenau School of Engineering campus. “You enrolled on this campus?” a random voice called out. Remy turned to find out where the voice originated from. He turned to see a tall blonde in his early twenties looking back at him in black framed glasses. “Yeah, i’m in the Applied computer science and information security accelerated program.” A smile spread on the young man’s face. “A techie! Welcome! So we have a few events coming up you might be interested in.” Handing Remy a calendar with various activities on them, “we have a cybersecurity innovation forum tomorrow you might like, and next week we have coding seminars. The rooms and the times are located below the event and you’ll see posters around campus. Hope to see you around!”. The young man smiled before walking back to his booth where three other students stood looking to promote the events on campus.

Remy maneuvered between the herd of students all walking in different directions, trying to find potential clubs worth joining. One particular booth was blasting music and was decked out in everything green and gold, from balloons to tablecloths to flags. “HEY!! you wanna join Kappa Sigma??” Remy stared, wide eyed at the fairly large, muscular man. He was wearing a green and gold GMU cap backwards and embroidered jacket with the greek symbols on it. “Bro! You have to rush with us! We are the beer pong champions!”. “No thanks guys, but congrats!” Remy said walking away quickly. He detested frat boys. Moving on, he came across a booth with a banner labeled “What’s Good To Eat?”. Now we’re talkin’! Remy thought, his stomach beginning to rumble.

“Hey there” the young korean girl said as she handed Remy a pamphlet. “We have some really great food here on campus including Subway, Taco Bell and our own dining hall. We have vegetarian, vegan and Halal choices if you’d like those too. My favorite place though is the 24 hour Starbucks!”.

Remy’s face broke out into a wide smile “I am definitely in the right place!”. He scanned the pamphlet and headed to the nearest vendor which happened to be Einstein Bros Bagels. He ordered his bacon and spinach florentine bagel and munched on his way to the labs inside the institute.

Remy stood outside the big glass building in awe. There was a line of students waiting to enter, each with an ID. A few of the students he saw were struggling to swipe their ID, each time resulting in a red light and an LED reading ‘swipe again’. Scanning the area for the location distributing the ID’s, he found a long table with 7 different lines. Each line was labelled with a range of letters. “Please join the line that represents the first letter of your last name!” was heard over the megaphone as the Jamaican woman in braids yelled in her accent. He joined the line and overheard the two students in front of him talking. “I’m so glad we got into GMU, they have one of the best clubs for mutant acceptance. I think they’re really making progress here.” The thought that being a mutant in a public University hadn’t dawned on Remy until now. He was relieved to hear that tolerance seemed to be better here and that it seemed other mutants were around campus.

Receiving his ID and entering the institute, Remy looked around and the halls, trying to find his future classrooms. He was looking through a glass wall into a room that had students with headphones on, typing in various code languages. The rate at which some of the students were coding was unbelievable. Entranced by the lines of code almost instantly appearing on the screen, Remy was completely unaware of anyone standing next to him.

“They make it look so easy don’t they?” a young girl’s voice said. He turned to face the brunette. She was holding some coding textbooks and a class schedule.

“Yeah. It’s like they’re machines or something” he chuckled.

”You in this class?” The girl asked flipping her hair and giggling.

“Yeah, I start on Monday. I’m doing the accelerated Master’s degree in Applied Computer Science and Information Security and Assurance” Remy replied, not taking his eyes off the room of coders.

”Me too! I got my books ahead of time because I knew the library would be out by time class starts.” She giggled again. “It kinda sucks being one of the few girls in this major..” her voice trailed off.

”Good idea” Remy replied, finally looking at the girl after he felt her gaze burning a hole through him. “Yeah not a lot of girls are interested in programming I guess.”

Extending her free hand out, “i’m Jessica by the way.”

Shaking her hand, “I’m Remy. Guess I’ll see you in class Jessica.” He walked over to the next room where they kept the servers.

”Looking forward to it” Jessica replied under her breath, watching Remy walk away.

Remy carded his hand through his dark locks as he looked at the now crumpled map in his hands. He found his way back to his dorm room and lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling. He had a pile of pamphlets and forms in a pile on his desk and a tote bag full of free stationary and a water bottle. He thought about everything he’d seen, the clubs he wanted to join and the classes he’d be taking. Everything was vastly different to Xavier’s. It was just going to take some getting used to. This is it. This is my new life. My home for the next 4 years