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Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 3:43:15 GMT -5
((OOC: Juggs used with permission from Ben. Besides, he's at work, I'm not, he can't stop me, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!))
The Juggernaut had actually liked the idea of going home to Blighty, it seemed and had given John an encouraging pat on the back which had nearly sent the young mutant flying before retiring back to his room to watch more sport.
His parting comment had been along the lines of "You really ought to get some sleep, mate, you look bleedin' awful."
Hey, thanks.
The sport of choice for the afternoon was ice hockey, John surmised, judging from the continual shouts of "Kill 'im, you bloody slag," that came from down the hall. Either that, or the Juggernaut was watching live executions.
Nothing surprised John about Cain Marko.
He had made his way to the kitchen area and found some bread that hadn't gone completely mouldy. A couple of rounds of toast later, and a pot of fresh coffee on to brew, and John was much more alert and awake. He sat down at the table with a pad of paper and a pen and began the joyous job of Plotting.
After Alcatraz, it had been a broken and bloodied Brotherhood that had limped back to the Genosha hideout in several hops by ship. They would have sent word back to the hideout to the mutants who'd remained to guard it, but they were all too battle weary to hurry back and they had to pick up supplies on the way.
To John's knowledge, the powerful cargo plane that sat at the end of the island's runway had only been off Genosha once since Alcatraz and that had been a short leg journey to India to pick up some basics. Fortunately for them, a mutant known as Python was a former civilian pilot who could take the plane anywhere they wanted it to go. Doubly fortunate was the fact that the plane was capable of taking someone of Juggernaut's weight.
Python would love the opportunity for a long-haul. They'd have to make a couple of stops en-route for refuelling, but the cargo plane was innocuous enough that it could get them to England easily.
John considered.
London was probably a bad call. Too densely populated. Another major connurbation, one with a major airport not too far away. Like many non-British natives, John thought that England consisted of London and Edinburgh and, try as he might, he couldn't bring anything of the country to mind. Time to return to the office and the maps therein.
A short jaunt down to the office and he was pouring over a map of Great Britain.
Manchester. North West England. Several large towns in the proximity, including Manchester itself, Liverpool over on the north west coast, Leeds a little further to the east...that would be a good starting point. They could sound things out, see how the land lay and take it from there.
Plans thus made, Pyro turned his attentions to the other matter at hand.
The recruitment drive.
He wanted to start getting word out amongst mutants that the Brotherhood was trying to reform. He wanted to send someone he knew he could trust to get the job done back to the States and start following some of the leads his efforts with what little information he'd been able to drag out of the papers had brought him.
Running his hand through his hair, he leaned forward and keyed the microphone of the tannoy system. He hated the tannoy system, but it served its purpose. He felt faintly self conscious.
"Sekhmet, can you come and see me?"
A pause.
"It's uh - me. Pyro."
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Post by artemis on Jun 3, 2006 18:00:15 GMT -5
Caterina sighed when she heard Pyro. Now what was it. Shaking her head, she smirked softly, before she dropped into a chair in her room. After a short while, she frowned. Sighing again, she stood, what the hell. Anyways, what did Pyro want.
Still frowning, Caterina barely glanced around her room, before she walked out. Her left hand moved to rest on her hip. Whatever, was going, on she truly had no idea. A small smirk graced her face slightly, but quickly covered it.
She finally made it to Magneto's former office, now Pyro's. Inwardly she frowned, but she paused slightly before she raised a hand and knocked. What did Pyro want this time considering. Shaking her head, she frowned.
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Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 18:35:37 GMT -5
Pyro matched her scowl with one of his own when she came into the office. He'd had to repeat his call for her several times and harboured a deep suspicion that she'd kept him waiting on purpose.
There were many things that annoyed John Allerdyce, and being kept waiting was one of them. Didn't the accursed woman realise that he was trying to run a resistance movement here?
He tried to keep it jovial, though right now he'd rather have just yelled at her.
"Hey," he said, in a friendly tone. "Glad you could make it. Take a seat. Take a load off. I have a job for you."
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Post by artemis on Jun 3, 2006 18:58:35 GMT -5
Sekhmet noticed the scowled, and frowned inwardly. Her eyebrow rose slightly, but she quickly hid that fact. Her left hand remained her it was, as she took a seat. So the fact that she had kept Pyro waiting was on purpose.
Her right eyebrow rose slightly in a silent question. Her right hand rose to brush a few strands of her hair away from her face, before her hand fell to her lap.
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Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 19:07:27 GMT -5
Her continued silence merely riled the young leader of the Brotherhood still more and he turned his friendly smile off and pushed an envelope across the table to her.
"Python's gonna do a run to the States tomorrow to pick up some bits and pieces. I want you on the plane and I want you to head to upstate New York. In that envelope are some papers, some press cuttings. I'm trying to track down the kind of mutants we can recruit to our cause. While you're there, there's a newspaper insert I've put together on the computer that I'd like you to get sent out in any number of publications."
This was nothing short of a miracle. John was a complete technophobe.
He leaned back in the chair and fixed her with another thoughtful look.
"Unless, of course, you have any ideas of your own."
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Post by artemis on Jun 3, 2006 19:32:07 GMT -5
Sekhmet frowned inwardly. Her right hand gracefully took the envelope. An eyebrow raised slightly, but she lowered it. Whatever his reason, she wasn't going to ask. She nodded her head slightly, but her mind wandered to the fact her sister was located in the exact area. Oops. Of course she truly wasn't going to say anything about that.
"Of course." It wasn't muttered, but yet there a small hint of hatred in her voice, that she quickly hid, hopefully before Pyro noticed it, but it wasn't towards Pyro. It was reminant of the hatred for her sister. Her right hand brushed a few more strands of her hair out of her face, her hand falling back into her lap.
What she hoped was that she didn't run into her sister, when she was in upstate New York. She truly wasn't in the mood to actually fight with her. Not something she really wanted to do at all.
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Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 19:49:05 GMT -5
Pyro watched her brush her hair back with the envelope and tipped his head thoughtfully on one side.
"Was that 'of course you have ideas', or just an 'of course' in general? Believe it or not, I'm actually trying to get people's opinions on how to move this forward." The young mutant got to his feet and crossed to the coffee machine. "D'you want a coffee?" He'd had seven cups already in the past hour and was feeling faintly wired, but it was either that or crash and burn.
Sleep, he reasoned, would come when he could fit it into his schedule.
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Post by artemis on Jun 3, 2006 20:04:03 GMT -5
Sekhmet raised her eyebrow slightly. "That was an of course in general" She tipped her head slightly in though, her right hand dropping the envelope in her lap. Her right hand rose slightly, she flicked her wrist, a fireball forming between her fingertips.
She glanced at it thoughtfully, her mind running though what would eventually happen if she were to run into her sister. Inwardly frowning, she closed her hand, the fire ball disappearing immediately. An eyebrow rose slightly again, but she quickly hid it.
"Yes, I'll take coffee." He right hand rose slightly. She flicked her wrist again, a fireball forming between her fingertips and slightly above her hand. Inwardly frowning, she closed her hand, the fireball disappearing completely.
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Post by Pyro on Jun 3, 2006 20:37:09 GMT -5
He poured her a mug of coffee and slid it across the desk to her. When she formed the fireball, a faint nervous tic started under his left eye. "Great," he said. "I'll trust this to you, then. I'm gonna be heading out of Genosha on an errand of my own in the next couple of days, but keep contact with the base and they'll appraise me of your progress. We need recruits, and we need recruits who can hit the ground running." He sat back down at the desk and took up a computer printout. "I need you to get lots of these printed. Hand 'em out to the people you think are most appropriate. There's a contact number on the back that'll put 'em in contact with the right people." He showed her the simple, but effective business card he'd created. "There's some cash in the envelope, but not a great deal - but you're resourceful enough, I'm sure you can manage." He folded his arms across his chest, leaned back in the chair and put his feet up. "Don't come back empty handed if you can manage it. Any questions?"
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Post by artemis on Jun 3, 2006 21:45:47 GMT -5
Sekhmet smirked slightly, her right eyebrow rose slightly. Her right hand rose slightly, her wrist flicking, a fireball forming slightly above her palm and between her fingertips.
Her left hand reach out for the cup of coffee on the table in front of her. Her eyebrow rose slightly in question. She quickly covered that up. She nodded slightly.
"Trust me on this, I won't come back empty handed, unless I run into my sister." That was true, her sister sometimes had a way of being a pain, and getting in her own way.
She set down the half empty coffee cup, and reached her left hand to take the business card that Pyro had showed her. She raised her eye brow slightly, the business card also dropping to her lap. She tilted her head up slightly, and the fireball started hovering higher. Lowering her head, she closed her hand and it disappeared.
Just as soon as she picked her coffee up again, she smirked slight. "No questions at all" Then she sat her completely empty coffee cup on the table in front of her, and her left hand rose slightly.
She flicked her wrist, a fireball forming between her fingertips. She rose her eyebrow. But didn't do anything else.
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Post by Pyro on Jun 4, 2006 2:39:06 GMT -5
"Trust me on this, I won't come back empty handed, unless I run into my sister." That was true, her sister sometimes had a way of being a pain, and getting in her own way.
"Try to keep personal stuff out of this, OK? If you have some sort of grudge thing going on, then deal with it swiftly, efficiently and not on my time, do you understand me?"
John was getting increasingly twitchy at her constant creation of fireballs without any really rational reason why. So the woman could create fire and he couldn't. But she couldn't manipulate it the way he could. Even if it wasn't HIS fire...he was close enough to her to make the point.
When she sat there, a fireball forming inbetween her fingertips, he sneered just ever so slightly. It was the smallest amount of effort required to reach out with his ability to psionically manipulate fire, take the fireball from her hands and let it burn down to barely a pilot light.
"Didn't you read the sign?" he said, with a cool look at her. "This is a no smoking office. Don't do that in here."
Point made.
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Post by artemis on Jun 4, 2006 2:56:01 GMT -5
Sekhmet rose her eyebrow steadily. "Yes thats Understood." Not on his time, personally, if she didn't come back after she was done, too late. Her eyebrow rose even more when her fireball burned down to barely a pilot light.
A smirk graced her face slightly, replacing what had almost been a smile a few seconds ago. Just had to ruin her moment. Shaking her hair out of her face she frowned inwardly. Obviously. An eyebrow rose in almost concentration, but she heard what Pyro said.
Frowning inwardly, she quickly covered that though. Not a very good idea at the moment.
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Post by Pyro on Jun 4, 2006 4:18:41 GMT -5
"Right, then," said John, not entirely convinced that the woman had the best interests of the Brotherhood at heart, but knowing that she had legal contacts all over, she was the only real choice for the job.
He released psionic control of her fireball and it burst back into life with a little 'pop'.
"Don't bother closing the door on the way out," he said, making it clear that as far as he was concerned, the conversation was well and truly over.
He had a lot of planning to do in order to get this trip to England sorted. He needed to speak to Python about the flight logistics: the skinny man would be heading out to the US tomorrow and he needed to give him a shopping list of items to pick up off the black market. There were still several of the cure weapons floating around out there and John had been trying, with varying degrees of failure, to get hold of some of the stuff for analysis. If they could just find some way to reverse its effects...EVERYTHING had an antidote.
Right?
Not that he had anybody capable of analysing it yet, but he was optimistic that he'd find someone. Sometime.
Somewhere.
Somehow.
Feeling vaguely like a song from 'West Side Story', he smacked himself smartly on the side of the head and returned his attentions to planning.
He had a job to do.
[ Exit Pyro to thread: Paranoia ]
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