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Post by Kurt Wagner on Nov 3, 2004 18:29:41 GMT -4
Kurt was a little surprised by the ferocious response and it drew his gaze away from the patch of blood to Logan's face. He realized that he wouldn't have known who Logan meant even if he had asked the name of the woman he referred to. Instead, he decided to ask what was probably a more important question anyway.
"Who....who would do such a thing?"
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Desperado
Training Mutant
Former teacher. Former husband. Former agitator. Former slave.
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Post by Desperado on Nov 3, 2004 20:54:43 GMT -4
Jacob had been searching high and low for Logan. Not with any success, apparently, since he and Roxy were just as lost as Logan was.
The weather had taken inexplicable turns in the last few minutes, though. Inexplicable and enigmatic. Inexplicable, enigmatic, and downright freaky.
He eventually found the man, with Ms. Munroe, Taela, and three people he had never seen before in his life.
He started counting on his fingers the number they had when they came into the place. Six. Then he counted how many there were now. Eight.
"For some reason, I don't think I want an explanation. An introduction would be nice, though."
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Post by star on Nov 3, 2004 21:26:19 GMT -4
"I think if the blood washes out of my hair, I can forgive you, goddess," Shatterstar said to Storm, indicating his waist length braid with a wry smile.
"But it is not anything I have not had to deal with before. It's just that blood tends to stink after a while, and with my senses..."
He half shrugged, then turned as Logan dove out of the window. Fox? He looked at Kurama, and looked slightly confused for a moment, before more words from Logan explained his reaction. He almost felt sorry for anyone foolish enough to hurt Logan's woman, especially if she was pregnant. Almost. Kurt's teleportation didn't come as a shock to him, so he didn't react besides for a sneeze at the smoke. He turned, one hand going to the swords at his back as someone approached, relaxing slightly as it seemed everyone mostly knew who he was and wasn't about to fight him.
"For some reason, I don't think I want an explanation. An introduction would be nice, though." the teen said and Shatterstar inclined his head slightly as he let his hand drop to his side once more.
"My name is Shatterstar, Champion of Mojoworld and a member of X-Factor."
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Post by Logan on Nov 4, 2004 14:11:49 GMT -4
Remembering that Kurt did not know what was going on, Logan gave him a thorough rundown. "S.H.I.E.L.D." The answer didn't seem to do anything but raise more questions from his expression.
"A lot's happened since you...before ya...a lot's happened!" Logan did not know exactly what had happened to Kurt, but apparently he did not remember anything. In an almost uncharacteristically patient manner, he turned, giving Kurt his full attention, and went back as close to the beginning as he thought was necessary.
"This school's run by a dude named Professor Xavier. He might sound like a hoity toity stuffed shirt, but this guy really cares 'bout helpin' people like us. ...muties." Logan looked back up at the school, remembering the first time he had met Xavier. "The dude really cares."
Then he examined Kurt with an intensity. "You remember Professor X?"
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Nov 4, 2004 16:01:57 GMT -4
In response, Kurt half-closed his yellow eyes and let the fragments of memory he did have play out. In his mind's eye he heard them once again. Angry shouts. The sounds of many feet running in the rain. He saw the shadows of men with raised torches, fists, and pitchforks as they pursued him across the darkened streets of a tiny ancient village.
For a while, he had eluded them. But he was growing tired....exhausted. Their thirst for vengeance and for blood drove them on.
His blood, for they believed that he had killed a little girl. There was nothing he could say or do to get them to listen. No way to get them to believe that he had nothing at all to do with her murder. His appearance told the only story these men needed to hear.
He was a monster.
And monsters deserved to be killed.
Out of energy, out of breath...cornered on the roof of an old church, he shouted in defiance and then dove into the swarming, angry crowd. They overwhelmed him. Held him down. Placed a wooden stake against his heart and prepared to end his terrible existence.
And then they stopped.
It wasn't that they decided not to kill him. It wasn't that they chose to leave him alone. They simply stopped. And the man who made them stop was a very unassuming older gentleman confined to a wheelchair.
Professor Charles Xavier.
Kurt opened his eyes. "Ja", he answered Logan. "I do."
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Post by Logan on Nov 4, 2004 17:57:58 GMT -4
A distant look came over Kurt’s features, and Logan could see the glowing yellow eyes turn inward as they searched through his memories. He couldn’t tell what Nightcrawler was seeing, but he knew that there was something there.
Logan continued, trying to explain everything to his confused friend.
“Xavier formed a school ta teach and protect mutants. From themselves and from anyone who tried ta hurt ‘em.” At that thought, Logan looked down at the crimson stained spot of grass. She had to be all right. She could heal; though it might take longer than him…her healing was strong.
“And a team of adults known as tha X-Men to do a more global job of that same goal. He really believes mutants and humans should live together in peace and all that crap, and it’s what bein’ an X-Man is all about.”<br> Logan got to his feet and came over to stand next to Kurt. “But not all mutants think like Chuck.” At Nightcrawlers’ confused expression, he remedied the title, “tha Professor. He likes to be called Chuck. Juss remember that.”
Logan shrugged.
“Some groups out there think humans should be conquered an’ destroyed.”<br>
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Post by mercury on Nov 4, 2004 20:37:41 GMT -4
Terry walked over to Jacob and offered her hand in greeting. "Theresa Rourke," she introduced. "Oi migh' as well tell ye all now. Oi'm Sean Cassidy's daughter. We dink 'e's been taken." The girl got a little sad when she mentioned her missing father.
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Roxy
New Mutant
Ice Cold. Baby, I Told You, I'm Ice Cold. I Fly Alone.
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Post by Roxy on Nov 4, 2004 22:28:41 GMT -4
Standing a few feet behind Jacob with her arms crossed, Roxy regarded the woman with a lifted brow and tilt of her head.
More reserved than before, Roxy casually looked over to the others as Logan and Kurt shared a conversation. The blue man looked suspicously like the 'thing' that Logan was holding earlier. Just bigger.
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Post by star on Nov 4, 2004 23:27:23 GMT -4
"He will be alright, Terry," Shatterstar said softly.
"They will *all* be alright. Or we will want very good reasons as to why they are not."
His face hardened with determination.
"I just wonder why they thought that the X-Men did it. But it won't be the first time that an X-team has been blamed for something they did not do."
He remembered when the X-Men had come after X-Factor, for reasons that had been found to be false after the fact. Logan had stabbed him through the chest with one set of adamantium claws. It had hurt rather a lot, but more from shock then anything else.
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Post by taeladragonfox on Nov 5, 2004 0:15:23 GMT -4
Taela looked around. She would have liked to be anywhere but there at that point. She stuck her head out the window to look down at Kurt and Logan, before deciding to sit in the window, one wing stretching out into the breeze.
Kurama wriggled his way out of Terry's arms and began poking around, sniffing at the people there.
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Nov 5, 2004 12:25:19 GMT -4
Kurt nodded in slow understanding of Logan's words. He turned his attention back to the blood on the ground.
"So....this woman you fear for...?", he asked as he knelt and studied the bloody patch that most people would have missed altogether. "She is one of the X-Men?"
How impossibly keen Logan's senses must be to pick this one human trace out among all the remnants of bloody water left from the battle with the yellow man...it was staggering.
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Desperado
Training Mutant
Former teacher. Former husband. Former agitator. Former slave.
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Post by Desperado on Nov 5, 2004 12:41:06 GMT -4
Jacob's face was stern throughout the tall man's introduction.
"My name is Jacob, champion of Mario World, and member of...uhh....nothing." The guy looked somewhat dangerous, but Jacob couldn't help himself.
He then took Therese's hand in greeting, nodding.
"Agreed." He said in response to Shatterstar. "If they ain't perfectly fine," he broke off, cracking his nuckles and his neck, "then there'll be Hell to pay."
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Post by taeladragonfox on Nov 5, 2004 12:52:35 GMT -4
"Especially if I get to help." Taela piped in. "No one hurts any of my friends. No one." She shook her head.
Turning back to the scene outside, she watched. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she wished they'd hurry up. "What are they doing out there, anyway?"
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Post by Logan on Nov 5, 2004 14:43:03 GMT -4
Following Kurt’s gaze down to the grass again, Logan stood stark still for a moment, and then shook his head. “Silver Fox? Nah, she never was much fer joinin’ organizations any more than…” The irony suddenly struck him. “…I was.”<br> “She wasn’t s’posed ta be here at all…but then, everything is not how it was s’posed ta be.” This didn’t seem to be helping Kurt’s confusion. “Fox’s here fer a whole other reason,” he said, abandoning the ‘diplomatic approach’ for the sake of just communicating what he was really thinking.
“She’s knocked up.”
He rounded a hand over his belly for emphasis. “Brought ‘er here because hospitals ain’t exactly friendly to mutants. S’pecially ones with no insurance.” Frowning at the patch of grass, Logan added more quietly, “We gotta get ‘er back. Can’t let anythin’ happen to tha kid.”<br> Logan knew there was nothing he could do here. "Come on Misfit," he said as he turned back to the mansion. "Let's get a rescue party together. I'll tell ya more about who would do such a thing in tha big meetin'."
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Post by Kurt Wagner on Nov 5, 2004 15:16:08 GMT -4
At Logan's brusque explanation of Silver Fox's condition, Kurt's eyes widened in surprise and searched the older man's face. Though hidden by his rough manner there was, Kurt thought, a small hint of something else in Logan's eyes. A tenderness, perhaps.
He had no way to know for sure, but from the way he had spoken protectively about the woman and her child, Kurt began to wonder if there wasn't much more Logan wasn't explaining than what he was.
In the same way, he briefly considered the name that he now recalled hearing Logan say to him twice. "Misfit." Surely not a name anyone under normal circumstances would consider acceptable or anything other than an insult.
And yet Logan said it casually as though it meant nothing to him at all.
Kurt smiled.
If he was right about Logan, and he sensed that he was, then his use of such a word as this was meant to hide the depth of his true feelings - the same as his way of speaking about Silver Fox. It was actually somewhat endearing.
Kurt laughed aloud and hurried to catch up to his friend.
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