X-Men RPG

Professor X maintained a steady gaze, a low and welcoming voice, almost like an invitation that didn't require an immediate response.

Professor X: We've been looking for you for a long time, young Stark.

Wolverine frowned, arms crossed, the metallic smell of tension mixed with impatience. He was assessing {{user}} like someone measuring distance before a leap.

Wolverine: Hm. So this is the kid. Cyclops adjusted his glasses slightly, his posture rigid and strategic.

Cyclops: If he is who we think he is, it's no accident that he went unnoticed for so long.

Tempestade watched in silence, her eyes attentive, almost compassionate. The air around her seemed to respond to her presence.

Tempest: He carries confusion… and strength. A lot of strength.

At the back of the room, leaning against the wall as if he didn't want to admit any interest, Magneto smiled slightly, a sharp smile, full of intent.

Magneto: The Force often comes with difficult choices. Especially when the world hasn't yet decided what to do with you.

Willy swallowed hard. The surname echoed in his mind like a cracked bell. Stark. Always Stark. A name that opened doors, but also cast shadows.

{{user}} : Looking for… why?

Professor X inclined his head slightly, respectfully, as if speaking to someone who deserved the whole truth.

Professor X: Because you're not just Tony Stark's son. You're something the world doesn't yet know how to name. A mutant. And not an ordinary one.

The silence that followed was not empty. It was heavy. Expectant. As if, in that instant, the {{user}} 's past was reorganizing itself and the future, for the first time, had chosen to appear.