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Post by erin on Oct 27, 2007 19:47:06 GMT -5
Magneto rules the world, with the aide of his three children, he has created an powerful empire. Anyone without natural mutant gifts is ostracized and openly mocked.
There is no hope for anyone under the oppressing weight of his dictatorship. No hope for a reprieve from the real world. It is what it is...
Except some have decided to fight back. A force for universal freedom is being formed.
This is not acceptable. The House retaliates by creating a new fighting force dedicated to the hunting down and annhihlation of all subversives.
The wars is about to begin...
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Post by erin on Oct 27, 2007 19:50:08 GMT -5
Rogue stood on the pier and watched the form fade into the gray-black sea. She turned her back on the rebel and faced his companions, a woman and a child dragged out to see how Mutants deal with traitors.
"Ah think that's enough said." She said with a tight grin. "You can go now in peace or join him. Up to you, sugah."
She kept her eyes on the woman and nodded to her men to release the woman's arms.
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Post by The Shroud on Oct 29, 2007 3:22:39 GMT -5
There were two ways and two ways only.
One could go against the grain or one could go with the flow.
People could swim against the river, for all the good it does. It would at die later than sooner.
Max would rather coast on the surface and wait for the shore to come. He had made a good niche for himself. He'll cap some MGH, turn around and sell it for a solid profit. No fuss, no must. Whenever those fishes wound back to him, he would throw the lock down with a tip or what have you. Again, incognito to the X.S.E. He had got himself connections. He was embedded down.
At the pier, where he occasionally did buisness, he flicked a cigerette into the water and narrowed his eyes. The sun was slowly sinking across the horizon. Dying, with a last rippling gasp of light from the salty waves of the ocean before him. Soon it would be night and buisness would begin. " Got tens...Got tens. " He announced in a voice low enough to be seen as talking to one self. From the corner of his eye he could see an X.S.E officer going about her buisness.
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Post by erin on Oct 29, 2007 13:12:01 GMT -5
Rogue noticed a man at the edge of the water. He'd scanned them with passing interest and returned to his own thoughts. He looked like a survivor type. She thought she could trust him to keep his mouth shut.
She saw the child move closer to the woman. Was it the child's mother? She hadn't read much about the traitor - her own adoptive mother, had merely given her an address and a order to make an example.
Rogue didn't even know the man's name. It didn't matter though. Whoever he was - he was dead now. Another triumph for mutants everywhere - that would be the spin in the papers.
She watched the two people and waited for them to respond.
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Post by The Shroud on Oct 29, 2007 19:29:12 GMT -5
March of time. He heard the whispers. Everyone heard the whispers. Mothers' taunted their children with the whispers of the secret police. It wasn't his business. " Tenners. Tenners. Who wants 'em? Tenners. " He said, changing his cadence while being distantly aware of happenings just outside his vision.
Kali burned
He bit his lips and rubbed the quickly sizzling back mark on his neck, which smoked and smelled of tar.
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Post by erin on Oct 30, 2007 16:59:25 GMT -5
Mystique
She smiled and her flesh rippled like water. Her adopted skin, sickly white turned the pleasing dark mutant blue. She felt her scalp tingle and her hair turn crimson.
Rogue's eyes widened slightly but her face remained impassive.
Good girl. She had trained her well.
"Hello, darling." Mystique greeted, brushing the sapien child off of her. "You've performed admirably."
She reached into her belt and withdrew a silver pip. She attached it to her daughter's collar.
Behind her the little girl began to cry. Mystique ignored her.
"Congratulations on your promotion."
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Post by erin on Oct 30, 2007 22:49:10 GMT -5
Rogue
Rogue accepted the praise and the silver reward with silence. Inside, she was fuming.
Did Mystique think she couldn't handle this job? How many other missions had she secretly been viewing? And why did she have to constantly prove herself - one more test and then she'd be promoted? Was any of that mission real?
"Was it all'a test?" Rogue said keeping her voice even. Her accent came out a little stronger as it always did when she was upset. Did Nightcrawler have to put up with the witch's tricks too?
Mystique waved her fingers absently in the air and the lesser officers carted the sapien girl away. "I switched places with Mrs. Powers a few days ago. Don't get in a snit - it's standard procedure for you work to be evaluated before your promotion...Anyway, the rest was real."
Rogue would have asked what would happen with the child - some officers were allowed to adopt the offspring of their targets as a reward. That was how Mystique had found her.
But right now, she didn't want to talk to Mystique anymore.
She nodded, saluted and found her way back to the hovercar. She sat up straight and stared at the pier.
That stranger was still there, still muttering something and rubbing at his neck.
Would it really be so bad to be normal?
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Post by The Shroud on Oct 30, 2007 23:11:17 GMT -5
It was gone. It was there and gone.
Good, moving on.
" Tens. I got tens here, people. Going once...." The voice just above a mutter. Eyes darting to the X.S.E agent. His phone broke into a loud ring. He fumbled in his pocket to retreat it. " Talk to me. " he said, customarily.
" Hello, Max. " It was David.
" Greetings David. "
" Stop jerking around, Max. I can see you. "
Max looked up. In the distance there was a boat. On that boat was, most assurdly, a man. This man made was Max's private aggrivation.
" Out sightseeing David. " Max said into the phone.
" Cut the crap, Max. What the hell are you doing? "
" I'm peddling. " Max smirked. " Pushin'. Hustlin'. Street phramacist. " He added.
He heard David exasperated sigh. The smirk widen into a smile.
" Because I'm waiting for something to happen. Something very very fun. You should stick around David. It'll be really really cool, I promise. " From the corner of his eye, he saw them approached.
" Talk to you later, Max. Companies arrivin'- "
" Wait, Max. Wai- "
He hung up and turned to the large gentlement in the gray goose jacket. He was about 6'3. His form was roundish square, like a shapely wall. His arms hung like tree trunks. His arms, in fact, were tree trunks. Behind him were two smaller, but no less big, men.
" I take it you're here representing Kangaroo..."
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Post by erin on Nov 1, 2007 14:46:05 GMT -5
Mystique
Mystique watched her daughter fade into the distance. She ordered the rest of the agents back to base and slipped into a disguise. She chose a gruff looking older mutant with a knitted cap.
Sticking to the shadows and behind drunks and loiterers, she slipped near the men on the pier. There was the man from earlier. Now that she was closer, she could see that he was selling drugs of some kind. Three men approached him, one was intimidating and something was wrong with his hands - a mutant perhaps.
She ducked beside a mountain of moldy crates and sat with in hearing distance of the odd group.
Mystique was many things... including curious. Information was a tool for exploitation and she craved power. Probably the scum had nothing important to say or do but one could never be sure.
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 1, 2007 15:33:21 GMT -5
The large man in the center put his fist thorough the concrete and wooden wall beside him. The boardwalk planks creaked with his weight. He came up close to Max. His breath washed over him forcing him to breath thorough his mouth.
" No pushin' unless ya' payin', sucka. Kangaroo runs the docks. " He growled. His voice sounded like granite scraping together.
" Oh I know. " Max replied and fished something out of his pocket. It was a tin of mints. " Altoid?" He offered.
The thug wrapped his arms around his shoulder and hoisted Max smaller frame in the air without effort or struggle. Max stood still, dropping the mints and look down, his face the portrait of calm. " Oh youse a funny guy right. " He motion to thorough him but...
The shadows unwound. Max stood before them. In his hand, amazingly, appeared another cigarette.
The group stood stunned. The large man, whom Max decided to name Generic Thug number 1, looked at his blacken hands.
One of the group said. " Mother!@#$ing shadow morph. Get the bastard. " and rushed forward. Max canted his head. A hand came up, became an edge sleek and black, and thrust forward. The ends split like silk thread as the night emerged completely. They wrapped around the assailents arms and legs, plucking him off the ground.
" Tell your boss... "
All at once, the tendrils began to pull apart. There was a wet POP as the bones disjointed and a rip as the skin tore free. The torso rolled as it hit the pier and stop. The limbs laid still and dead.
It was messy buisness that....
"...Tell your boss that I'm coming for him. Tell him that The Shroud is in town. "
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Post by erin on Nov 1, 2007 17:18:51 GMT -5
Mystique
She was intrigued. A messy death and she would hate to go that way but still a very frightening power. This "Shroud" - the name conjured thoughts of mummies and death and shadows pulling at you - was very interesting.
She stood up and shambled past, out of the corner of her eye, she watched the stranger. She decided to approach, she looped her fingers through the hilt of her gun and let her features melt into her blue skin, her clothes into a precise black and white uniform.
"Interesting." She said, keeping her hand on her gun. "And what exactly does that mean? The Shroud is in town?"
She'd heard of a rebel with similiar powers but he called himself Cloak. This was someone she was unfamiliar with.
She waited keeping fear off her face.
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 1, 2007 22:13:44 GMT -5
They ran. Their feet beat against the rickety ground. Their eyes widen with terror. Their pulses judged as they jockeyed for position. A fine calm sat in his stomach. He wretched and convinced himself that was all for the best.
The character he just evicerated was a two time loser with sexual assaults and gun position charges to his rap who Kangaroo picked up. No big lost, just another dead body in the cutter. He kicked his head into the sea. His phone blared.
" You see that, David. This is how you catch big fish. "
" Shroud, you son of a-- "
He hung up.
As he heard the mysteriously velvet voice speak, he pushed a small grin down into his bowels. " The Shroud...is what they call an insubstantial man. " He said.
" The Shroud is never really there at all. Unattacheable. Unapproachable. Like a fine mist. " He reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigerette. Turning, he offered her the pack. " Care for a smoke. "
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Post by erin on Nov 2, 2007 10:49:36 GMT -5
Mystique
She waved her hand, rejecting the offer. She had no problem damaging her lungs but not from mysterious mutants on abandoned docks who was just selling narcotics a minute ago.
He may seem strangely calm and reasonable - even after killing a man in a gruesome manner - but she had to keep her guard up. She wasn't invulnerable after all.
"So...get your thrills from killing the House's citizens?" She smiled tightly. "And your not afraid of retribution...very interesting. Apparently -" She flickered her elegant blue fingers at the corpse, "that is not all your powers can do."
Thin ice here. She tightened her grip on her gun but not enough to attract notice. He must see her as perfectly in charge.
"I don't suppose you would want to go after," She let her voice lower and she smoothed her features, softening them slightly, "bigger game?"
This person might have his uses. But if he wasn't with them, he was against them and if he was against them, it would be better to end his vigilante ways right here. She'd either do it herself or if he gave too much struggle, escape to fight another day.
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Post by The Shroud on Nov 2, 2007 12:38:23 GMT -5
He shook his head.
" No. Murder is an unfortuante side effect of what I do, Miss. But it's not like this guy was contributing much in my estimation. "
He took a deep drag. Somehow he got the cigerette lit without the use of a lighter. " I provide a much needed service. Me and my people. We've been setting this game up for years. Waiting for all the pieces to fall into place. This is just the beginning of what's to come. By this time next year, The Bugle is going to talk about the new Kingpin of the East Coast. They won't even be able to mention my names. I'll be the C.E.O of General Mills. " He canted his head. " That's a sapian thing. I don't think you muties would understand that. " He smiled.
" It's getting late. I got places to be....people to see. Y'know how it is. " He began to walk away. " Toodles. "
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Post by erin on Nov 2, 2007 15:42:29 GMT -5
Mystique
She didn't like him, Mystique decided. Arrogant. Condescending. Sapien.
Still, he had a plan. And there was always something appealing about someone with a goal. A criminal empire, give me a break. There's only one empire and it was a mutants.
She also didn't like the way he brushed her off. Like she wasn't a threat and she wasn't someone worth consideration. She fingered the gun, and stared at him.
He'd left his back exposed. One good shot and his dreams of grandeur would be at an end.
Still...She released it and smiled. It would be interesting to see what a mere sapien could accomplish. Perhaps the next time they met, his spirit would be broken.
It was a mutants world. He'd learn that soon enough.
And neither his drive, nor his charm nor his unnatural powers would save him. It was only a matter of time.
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