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Post by preacher on Aug 4, 2006 3:08:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm sure I'll be welcomed back. It wasn't my fault I never connected with the second party. But I'm definitely going to have a talk with him. Whenever I get back, that is. Do you think, maybe, I could follow you guys home, instead?" Adam bent down, reaching into a smouldering pile of rubble. He thought he saw something. When he grabbed an arm and pulled, he unfortunately dragged a faceless corpse up. he grimaced and gently lay the body back down.
"I ask because I've decided to become more active in mutant interests. And since the X-men are helping to stop this sort of thing," he made a wide sweep of his arm to gesture the corpses and plants, "I figure you're the best organisation to get involved in. I'm not a fighter, mind you, but I do have a way with words. After today, you might need more PR people on your side."
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Post by angel on Aug 4, 2006 6:12:52 GMT -5
"It's funny you should say that." After the disaster that was NovaTex, Bobby's revelations that he'd killed a sentinel cop, the disappearance of the Brotherhood with apparently only one casualty... They were going to need some good PR people indeed. Warren could just imagine when the headlines hit - he wouldn't be surprised, after Bobby had broadcasted his little confession to the lot of them, if someone had overheard. "X-Men kills sentinel cop, claims posession" - yeah, that would sound really good. His wings shifted in irritation.
"I can't make any calls on whether you could follow us home, but I can take you to meet Storm, she'll be able to help you out. There's probably more for me to do, so if you like I can take you over to her now and I'll get back to it." He wondered how many more survivors there could be, and how many souls the preacher would have to send on their way. Such a shame, and for what? Did they honestly think that people would agree with their cause when they used such methods?
(OOC: Only a shortie, sorry, but the muse isn't co-operating.)
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Post by tingrin on Aug 4, 2006 11:47:54 GMT -5
In a rather battered Chinese restaurant nearby, a large man was regaining consciousness under the suspicious, yet curious eyes of Mr and Mrs Chang. They'd witnessed as a huge metal monster had come hurtling through their window and landed in a crumpled heap on the other side of the room. They'd watched in fascination as the man's steel skin had turned back to more recognisable flesh. They'd consider prodding him with an assortment of cooking implements to see if he was actually alive or not, and then he'd stirred.
Mr Chang's eyes were fixed on his as Colossus slowly sat up. He remembered flying through the air and then...
"I apologise most sincerely," the ever-polite Russian said, getting up to his feet. "I did not mean to cause any damage. Are you both unhurt?"
His polite enquiry received no answer.
An awkward silence followed.
"I...must return to my friends," said Colossus, aware on a vague level that things were Not Right in the Blue Dragon. "Again, my apol...what is this?"
Mr Chang was holding out a piece of paper.
"Bill," he said, simply.
Colossus took the tightly folded restaurant check. What else could he do.
"Please excuse me," he said, and the Changs were rewarded with the sight of him changing his skin back to metal before he pounded back out into the street.
Which was clearing.
He'd missed it.
If he had been any other kind of man, Piotr Rasputin would have sworn. But he didn't. Instead, he just sighed and hit his communicator.
"Colossus checking in. NOW where would you like me to be?"
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Post by preacher on Aug 4, 2006 12:21:38 GMT -5
As he continued to search through the rubble, Adam saw something that was worth another look. Instead of blindly pulling it up, he leaned in. What he had found was a leg, broken and bloodied, and without an owner. He stared at the severed appendage before pulling away in disgust. It was still hard for him to understand how this all could have happened. They were all trying to promote mutant rights, so why did one group wreak mayhem and destruction? That wasn't really improving the opinions on mutants.
"I'd be happy to meet this Storm, but where exactly is this person?" And how was he going to get there. He didn't see anyone nearby who fit the name Storm. Was Warren going to fly him there? His stomach gave a funny little twitch. But he didn't say anything concerning transportation, so Adam put a halt on his speculating. He would find out in a few moments anyways.
Just then, he heard large explosion go off. A few seconds later, he felt a blast of air rush past.
"What was that? I thought the fighting had died down."
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Post by angel on Aug 4, 2006 22:43:11 GMT -5
"She's the..." Warren was distracted from his answer by the sound of an explosion, a whoosh of air, and the sound of something dislodging from where it had been hanging. Even as Adam spoke, he was jumping, grabbing the priest around the waist and flapping his wings. The ground was shaking from the force of the blast, dislodging some of the precariously perched debris from the fight. The remaining unbroken windows in the NovaTex building had blown outwards, and large shards of glass were falling toward the ground. Dodging the mangled wreck of a car that had been hanging from a balcony and was now going back to the road where it belonged, Warren let his instincts rule.
Up, away, have to get out of here! The part of his brain that reminded him of a bird was telling him to flee, even when the rest of his brain was reminding him that people could still be alive down there, and getting hurt. "Shit! Who blew the building? Why? Shit!" They'd come out above the height of the surrounding buildings and he was feeling safer now, though plumes of dust and ash had been thrown up into the air around them. His communicator went off, but with his arms around Adam, he couldn't respond. "Uh, could you tap that for me please? Just once."
[glow=red,2,300]"The building just blew up! I... Shit, is everyone out of there? There was some stuff falling, is everyone alright?"[/glow]
Thankfully, it had been a controlled blast, and most of the explosion had been contained. Even as he noted that he wondered if the Brotherhood would have gone for a controlled blast - it was obvious that they weren't opposed to causing chaos and death if it suited them.
"Oh, god. Once it's settled back down we'll go back in, see what the damage is." The dust was beginning to disperse with the breeze, dulling his vision and making the site below harder to survey. It seemed like it was almost over, but he didn't want to take any chances of them being injured trying to help out. But what about all the people still down there?
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Post by preacher on Aug 4, 2006 23:47:26 GMT -5
The next thing Adam knew was another man's arms around his waist and the rush of air as they shot up into the sky. His heart was racing as he realized he had been picked up by Angel in order for them to avoid the glass and rubble. He looked around and saw everything in a new light. The tops of buildings were at eye level, and things on the street looked smaller now. It was one thing to fly in a helicopter, but being held aloft by a living creature was an entirely new sensation. From where they were, he also saw that the NovaTex building had imploded on itself. But I thought the Brotherhood was finished with this place.
They hovered in the air for several more minutes before the wind blew away what was left of the dust. When everything looked calm, they slowly descended to the ground. Adam's legs felt a bit weird at first, but once his feet had touched land, he was walking again. "Come on, we can't stop now."
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Post by angel on Aug 5, 2006 1:20:42 GMT -5
The dust cleared to show a scene not too different to the one they'd left, but Warren was still glad that he'd gotten them off the ground. As they descended, he noticed that there was a little more light now that one of the buildings was gone, but the block was still without power. It was a cold, damp, dark, miserable scene, and he felt hopelessness rising up. So many deaths, so much destruction, and for what? If only his father had never heard about Leech, had never developed the damned mutant cure.
They didn't know what was going on at that very moment in Washington, thanks to the lack of power on the street. There were no televisions blaring out the news, nobody watching to tell them, and so as they picked through the rubble searching for survivors, the X-Men could not know that their work was far from finished. Every NovaTex facility was now going to be distributing the cure - or the option, though whatever name they put to it, it would still have the same implications. Everywhere around the country, mutants would be able to change into humans, to become like the rest of the human population sharing the earth. As soon as Warren found out, there would be a series of frantic phone calls to his father, but for now, they sifted through the aftermath of NovaTex's first announcement, looking for the survivors who had simply gotten caught in the crossfire.
"Storm is the leader of the X-Men." He realised that he'd never finished his explanation to Adam. "She'll be the one to decide if you can come with us. The mansion is a safe place, though, and generally welcoming to all mutants."
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Post by Admin on Aug 6, 2006 10:39:30 GMT -5
The plants had all died rather suddenly, many of them turning back into trees, and the others just wilting to the ground from whence they had sprung. Sy was crouched over, preparing to jump at one such monster plant as it suddenly gave a short gasp of a scream, and wilted over, browning around its edges as the mutant who had been controling it lost her concentration and ran. Well, so much for that enemy.
Sy straightened up, looking around the street that he'd had no attention for previously. Logan and Rayen were rushing Forge off the street in the opposite dirrection - it looked like all of his technology hadn't been able to save him either, thus proving Sy's opinion that technology was worthless. He himself had come out with barely a scratch, although he did have a saggy pair of pants off a twice dead man to show for his efforts. And that was all he had to show for his efforts, loosing all other articles of clothing.
He looked around for his hat, which hadn't been burned off but rather he had thrown off before the fighting began. He found it under a small chunk of concrete and grabbed it up, slapping it against his thigh a few times to dust it off before putting it on his head. He'd have to get a shirt before getting too close to anyone else, but there were plenty of dead around to steal from. He was doing just that when he noticed two men out of the corner of his eye, and his head snapped up in recognition.
It couldn't be! That man, talking to the winged one, he looked just like Sy's cousin Adam. But he was supposed to be saving souls in South America. Pulling the baggy shirt on over his head, Sy made his way over, rubbing his hands on the new shirt to make sure any vestiges of sweat were gone.
"Hello cousin," he said as he walked over, and nodded to Angel as an afterthought.
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Post by preacher on Aug 6, 2006 14:46:16 GMT -5
If Storm was the leader of the X-men, where was she? Adam was about to ask, when a familiar voice cut through the air.
"Hello cousin."
He looked up, not knowing what to expect. It was a man covered in bright green hairs that had walked over to them. Adam blinked before recognizing his own flesh and blood. "Sid? Cousin Sid?!" He fully turned around to his cousin, opened his arms as if to hug the other man, then thought better of it. He had no idea what all those green hairs did, but he didn't want to find out first hand.
"So you're a mutant! Now it all makes sense. The last I heard of you, we all thought you caught some disease. How'd you make it all the way to America? Are you with the X-men?" More questions were running through his head, but he felt it best not to flood the conversation with nagging query. Adam instead took a good look at Sid, drinking it all in. A lot of time had passed between the last time they had seen each other. It was good to see his cousin again.
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Post by Admin on Aug 6, 2006 18:11:03 GMT -5
"Sid? Cousin Sid?!"
Sy had been right, that was his cousin talking to the angel. His reaction (especially the aborted hug) made him smile his toothy grin, but he didn't have a chance to say anything else as the man rattled out a few minutes worth of questions.
"So you're a mutant! Now it all makes sense. The last I heard of you, we all thought you caught some disease. How'd you make it all the way to America? Are you with the X-men?"
With a laugh, Sy began to answer. "No disease, cousin, although my parents met a tragic fate." At my hands, he thought, but didn't speak aloud. He didn't want Adam to know what he'd done, nor did he want the angel blabbing to the rest of the X-men. "I walked here, mostly. Took a rather long time, but I've been used to life in the wilderness, wouldn't you say?"
Was he with the X-men? He supposed he was, for now. Although they seemed to be rather a weak group of gods to him. "I am with the X-men." He'd leave it at that for now, no reason to elaborate before he knew exactally how his cousin felt about things. Didn't want to strain any family relationships now, did he?
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Post by preacher on Aug 6, 2006 21:39:34 GMT -5
"Sorry to hear that. But you're still alive and well, and thats what counts. I actually came here to support the mutants, but in the confusion, I got a little lost. Thats when I met up with Warren here. If your leader says its okay, I'm going to be coming with you guys." Adam grinned, genuinely delighted to have been reunited with lost kin. Sid being a mutant was a bonus. But with all these coincidences, surely there was a purpose for it. Adam took it as a sign that he was heading in the right direction and the X-men was where he was supposed to go.
"You know, considering all that's happened, I'm surprised you're still around. I don't think the people are going to be very friendly towards mutants, regardless of what side they're on." While he didn't resemble anything other than human, he was concerned for the sake of his company. Adam wanted to avoid confrontation when he could help it.
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Post by Admin on Aug 9, 2006 10:26:09 GMT -5
"I can't imagine she'd say otherwise," Sid smiled, although it was slightly forced, "they took me in afterall." Even despite all the differences between their points of view she'd taken him in, in fact, and although he saw her as weak for some of her views, he did respect the woman for standing up for her beliefs.
"You know, considering all that's happened, I'm surprised you're still around. I don't think the people are going to be very friendly towards mutants, regardless of what side they're on."
"I thought the people were all run off?" Sid took a look around, noticing that yes, most everyone was gone. There was a kid in the doorway of the next building, but that was it as far as he could tell. "Is he one of ours?" he nodded towards the kid as he turned his attention to Angel.
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Post by angel on Aug 9, 2006 10:44:52 GMT -5
Turning his sharp eyesight in the direction Sy had pointed, Warren shook his head. "Nope, I don't think so. I'll be right back." Nodding to the Preacher, and to Sy - who he'd been shocked to find out was Adam's cousin - Warren walked quickly over to the kid that the nematocyte-covered mutant had pointed out. He probably wouldn't have bothered if he hadn't noticed that the guy was ... well, he was kinda golden. And he looked pretty shocked, and even a little scared.
"Are you alright?" Warren hoped to any listening higher being that he wasn't setting himself up for a trap for the second time. As much as he could easily have become jaded by what the flying Brotherhood member had done, though, he still needed to help out where ever he could.
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Post by Admin on Aug 9, 2006 10:56:16 GMT -5
"Are you alright?"
Josh had been resting, trying to catch his breath with his hands on his knees and his face hanging down, when someone suddenly spoke. He jerked up, caught himself on the doorframe before he went stumbling backwards, and took in the man before him with wide eyes. He had wings - large, white, feathery wings like the pictures of angels in his children's bible when he was younger.
Maybe he was dead? Maybe Don actually had stabbed him, or he'd been shot, and now this angel had come to take him to heaven. That would be nice. At least there were no mutants in heaven. But then again, why would an angel inquire as to his state of health and well-being?
"I think so." Josh looked down at himself and noticed that he was still shimmering slightly gold, jerked at the sight, and then spoke in a very small voice. "No, maybe not." Then he passed out.
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Post by angel on Aug 9, 2006 11:09:44 GMT -5
"Obviously not." If they'd been ordinary people, Warren might have thought this guy had a disease. If they had been normal people, he might not have even considered doing what he was about to do. But they weren't normal people, they were mutants, and it was obvious that this guy was too.
"Hey." He spoke quietly, trying to wake the guy up. When it didn't work, he raised his volume. Then, he tried shaking him. Nothing was working - he was breathing, and had a pulse, but for some reason he wasn't waking up.
Bending down and picking up the glowing boy with a slight groan, Angel flew back to where he'd left Bobby. "I was just talking to him, and he passed out. Seems to be the thing to do today - I don't smell or anything do I?" He grinned, though the joke didn't take the tension out of his shoulders. "I think he needs medical attention. See what you can do here, otherwise I guess we take him back to the lab."
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Post by preacher on Aug 10, 2006 17:30:41 GMT -5
((Can we leave yet?))
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Post by Admin on Aug 10, 2006 17:48:30 GMT -5
(yeah, lets get to the mansion)
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