OOC: Lol I’ll take Stardust. Though I feel like if she rushes outside she’s just gonna get destroyed by the amount of snipers/marine fire.
I can’t top Binder’s speech but Pietro had to give one before he killed the President. Poor America XD.
Also using that invite from Tyler to land the Blackbird XD
With this post I’m going to bed. Will look at the two new profiles I saw tomorrow.
IC: Feral (Blackbird)
John sat quietly on the rest of the trip back on the plane. He kept his eyes averted from the others and tried to put a stop to his dark thoughts. Thoughts about the best friend he’d lost. That made two. He’d lost Dallas too sort of. The Californian had up and left. He hadn’t even said goodbye. HeII, John hadn’t even heard from him since he left.
Now Ashlynn was dead too. Who did John have left? To talk with; to help keep the monster within him at bay? Before John knew it and the Blackbird touched down on the landing strip. It rolled into the Hangar-Bay of the basement level and came to a complete stop.
John got up and grabbed his mask as he made his way to the door. He pressed a button on a panel and the metal walkway extended towards the ground below. John stepped down it. Instinctively he sniffed the air. He did this often when he returned to the mansion after a mission. To check in and make sure there was nothing going on. Strange and unfamiliar scents would register quickly.
This time John smelt something. He smelt blood. And lots of it. “Wait, something’s wrong!” he said as he took off running. Snikt. His adamantium claws were already out as he sprinted through the metal hallways of the mansions lower level.
Suddenly he skidded to a stop by a large hair blue form as he attempted to lift himself up enough to crawl a few more feet. There was a trail of blood behind him and John saw six oozing red holes in his backside.
“No… Hank!” John yelled as he ran to Beast’s side. “He needs help! Somebody!” John yelled. Ashlynn wasn’t around. She was gone. She was dead. She couldn’t heal Beast, not anymore. Now Beast was dying too. Everyone John loved was dying.
“You can’t die Hank… not like this. Not now.” John said as more tears dripped down his cheek. The large blue form in front of him was more then just his headmaster. More then just the founder of the team he fought for. He was John’s father. Not in blood but in substance. Hank had raised John when his father hadn’t. He’d shown John kindness and love; filled the small angry boy with human emotions. Emotions he may not have been able to develop if he’d been left to his own devices; an orphan with a dangerous mutation.
“Hang in there for me Hank.” John said as he wrapped his arms under Hanks’s chest and abdomen. He then hoisted him up with all his strength. John’s muscles bulged and burned as he carried the huge mutant. He walked as fast as he could with his heavy load. His muscles straining as he took every step.
IC: NPC Stardust
Stardust concentrated the energy that resided in her internal furnace. Red hot cosmic energy lanced out and began to splatter across the metal barrier before her as she attempted to melt her way through. She followed up with several powerful blows with her metal fists; she was well protected from the heat of her own energy.
IC: Spider, Quicksilver, President Binder
Spider - A psychic who can generate eight psychic connections, linking minds into what can best be described as a "forum." She is also able to create psychic interference in people's minds,t through physical contact, creating a vertigo-like effect. By using her forum, she can allow another person to possess her. This possession psionically shifts the effect of light on her, causing others to perceive her as the person possessing her. She usually wields a pair of short swords.
“Initiating contact…” Spider said as she reached out to a mind far away. A mind that was currently watching the Enforcer’s attack his new kingdom. She brushed the mind of Quicksilver. Her ‘forum’ power would be quite handy since Quicksilver couldn’t be here himself.
She held one of her short swords to the President’s neck. Her other hand was pressed gently on his cheek as she used her psychic interference to give Binder an intense vertigo affect that would make it hard for him to flee.
As Quicksilver stood within his chambers he turned away from the battle. He summoned his super-speed as he appeared next to his shelf. Resting on it was a picture; a picture of his father, Magneto.
His father looked as imposing and strong as ever. He had a kind of fire and passion in his pale blue eyes; one that had been transferred to Pietro’s own orbs. Now, he was nearing the age of his father when he’d been at his most powerful; when the Brotherhood had been at the height of its strength.
Charles Xavier’s dream had lived on past his final death (Pietro had lost count how many times he’d died before that). But so had Magneto’s. Years ago Pietro had sworn to carry on his father’s mantel. To finish the work his father had never been able to do. Now he would have that chance. Pietro reached over and grasped the helmet that had once belonged to his father. He had repainted it to match the colors of his costume, but still it was the same iconic form.
Quicksilver pulled the metal helmet over his head. He then felt Spider’s psychic probe. It was time. Quicksilver accepted the probe as he entered her ‘forum’. He took complete control of her body. His eyes suddenly snapped shut as his mind was transferred a vast distance.
When he blinked he now saw through the eyes of Spider. To Preisdent Binder lying before him like a sacrificial lamb, or to any witnesses in the vicinity Spider would have suddenly morphed into the likeness of Quicksilver.
“On your feet Mister President,” Quicksilver said coldly as he hoisted the man up. He still kept the sword pressed to the President’s throat as he slowly turned him around to face a camera on a tripod that had been set up earlier to take this all in.
The two figures now stood in front of the imposing and iconic national monument. Quicksilver stood before the massive giant of Abraham Lincoln himself.
“Brother’s and sisters of the world,” Quicksilver began. “I appear to you tonight so you may witness the death of the leader of the free world. This man has promised everyone so much. But has he accomplished any of it? No. The registration act still stands. Unregistered mutants are still being killed by the Enforcer’s. The end of the Sentinel’s was a façade. The death did not end there. This man represents everything that oppresses us. Mutants of America, and the world; this man holds the seat of power that halts our progress.”
“For our freedom he must die. The American government must crumble. It must be washed away by the tide of change. The strong will inherit the earth. It is time we stood up and took it for ourselves. These politicians would see us all dead or cured. But what they don’t understand is that we are humanity! Mutants and humans are the very same. Except we are the next step. We are what humanity becomes in the next millions years! We are its great transcendence into a new age.”
“Homo Sapiens are a dying breed. They fear and hate us and don’t understand the natural order of things. Mankind has worked this way for thousands of years. The strong takes over. They kill their enemies, and spread their empire by conquering land. Look at the Roman Empire, and the Empire’s that followed. Nothing has changed. The pitiful humans just can’t relinquish their power to the rightful! To those that deserve to rule! The strong!”
“If mutants are to bring forth a new age then we need a new Emperor! President Binder is the Caesar of old. He is weak and he is failing. Already his approval rates have hit rock bottom. He can bring forth nothing but empty words. But I will give you progress. I will give you a new nation! One founded where mutants are on top! Where mutants are in their rightful place.” Quicksilver grinned at the camera.
“Do you have any last words Mister President?”
“Nicole… if you see this. Honey I love you. Whatever happens nothing will ever change that.”
“Don’t worry, I will make sure your mutant daughter has a high place within my new order. Goodbye Mister President.” Pietro said. He then drew his longsword across President Binder’s neck quickly. The sharp blade cut through flesh and muscle easily as blood spurted down the President’s suit. Pietro pulled harder, slicing through more of Binder’s neck. Blood poured forth as the President’s head lulled backwards on his decapitated stump before it rolled off his neck.
Pietro watched as the President’s head began to bounce down the marble steps of the national monument. It left a nice little splatter of red on each step it hit as it made its way down.