Immortal X-Men #3-4 - "The New Testament of Irene Adler"

[laughing_tree]

Continuing the quiet dance with Hickman, it’s very much the equivalent of the Moira issue from HoxPoX. It’s not as seismic as that, but it certainly has a little of the mood – a look at a woman’s unusual power set and autobiography, viewed across a long period of time. Destiny is one of my leads, and this is where we move her from mystery across the table to something else. -- Kieron Gillen





















Issue 4:

Comments

[iamrman]

It turns out Sinister cannot be trusted. What a shocker(!)

[lordultimus]

Why can't Gillen always be the one who writes Emma?

[alliterator]

I mean, I love Duggan's Emma, too, but this issue was an Emma showcase. Freakin' amazing.

[dan_ingram]

Anyone else remember how, in the debut story of Destiny, her ability to see the future was limited?

As in, her actions attempting to kill a senator brought about mutant extinction?

Good times, the era in which powers were limited.

[icon_uk]

I do indeed, and much preferred it, but that's not really the current era's fault.

She foresaw her own death waaaaaay before it happened back in the 80's and Destiny's diaries were, IIRC, introduced as a major plot when Clarmeont was writing X-treme X-Men in the fairly early 00's.

[blues32]

Bloody hell, Sinister rebooted again, didn't he?

I knew it. The one with the club had to be the original Nathaniel Essex. He'd have to be pretty pissed off with his mutant self for trying to take his place as well as tainting the rest of his clones with the mutant gene.

...is he arguing with a tortoise?

[icon_uk]

A Galápagos giant tortoise at a guess.

[starwolf_oakley]

Butter Rum.

[icon_uk]

"The Universe is a snow globe tossed between the hands of a gin addled child"

That's an amazingly overblown phrase, even if;

A) Who of us hasn't felt the same now and again? and

B) It's very Claremont-ian, which seems apt for Destiny.

[donnblake]

It's just the right mixture of harsh and overblown to imagine it growled by Tom Waits as he stumbles at you out of a dance hall at three in the morning.