Madara: Mangekyou Master

OOC: Been approved by Flex, and Snark (and a couple others over PM). Stefan Krieger (Cerberus) IC - Cambion - Boston: Cambion whistled softly as he drove down the road, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel of Persson's car. He looked at the sunstone ring on his finger and smirked arrogantly. "Another brilliant getaway by Weapon X's prodigal son!" The mutant hung a left, passing by the hospital as he drove back to the ginger worm he had left passed out in bed. The mutant smiled as he looked into the rearview mirror, Persson's eyes staring back at him. He smirked and his features shifted back into his normal form. The pale, dark-haired young man reached into his pocket, removing a special cell phone he had received from his contractors. He usually never texted while driving, but Victor was flush with the euphoria of success. The thief was midway through typing in the code, when-"Breaking News with Dingo Blitzmann! Pope Benedict XVI announces his surprise resignation! Who will be the next Holy Father? Not a Canadian, that's for sure! Meanwhile, in New York, protests get violent at President Binder's convention on mutant issues. Police and the military have deployed tear ga-" Cambion stuck his tongue out at the radio as he switched the station. "How on earth did Persson survive listening to such boring garbage?" The mutant pressed several of the other favourites. Each was an equally droll form of talk radio. "I don't give a _____ about the Pope, or what colour of shoes Kim Kardashian is wearing with her maternity clothes. Good heavens, can't talk radio have anything remotely interesting? I hate beige."The mutant tuned the radio manually, switching to a top 40 rock station, and finished inputting the code. Soon his employers would receive the notification that their assignment had been completed. That gun is loaded, but it's not in my handThat gun is loaded, but it's not in my handThe fire burns, I'm not the one with the match, manThat gun is loaded, but it's not in my handOOC: Being put through Weapon X as a child and ending up a socially isolated person for a few years can leave you a little messed up...

OOC: Still waiting on a second approval for Stefan. :3 IC - Brotherhood NPCs: #WakeNOW had been trending on Twitter, with spontaneous protests erupting at legislatures and city halls across the country, a web of outrage with New York as its epicenter. A tall, fit man, clad in plaid, watched the President step out from his limousine, surrounded by a small army of secret service agents. The man was standing in the midst of the mob, black-framed glasses accenting his piercing blue eyes. "A mere figurehead, a sovereign already dead to the eyes of his serfs." He inhaled deeply. "I can almost smell the decomposition."Supremacy was a veritable ubermensch, an all-American son. His mutation wasn't immediately visible, at least not until one saw him lift a semi over his head, fly over a skyscraper, or take a bullet to his forehead without flinching. The dark-haired man reached into the pockets of his military green jacket. "You guys ever think about what it'd be like if we were born earlier? Like, if only I was born a couple millennia sooner. People probably would have worshipped me as a god, instead of a freak of evolution." He rubbed a handful of ball bearings, nails and pebbles in his hand, an uncommon blend of projectiles amongst the thick crowd of protestors. He smiled to himself. "Can you guys imagine it? A huge stone temple, giant statues of me, and a hot priestess or two."Spider's voice echoed in his mind, a twinge of mockery colouring her tone. "As if that'd happen. They probably used flying bricks like you to build the freaking pyramids." The large crowd had formed a semi-organic rhythm to their volleys of stones and debris. Supremacy watched the President disappear behind the doors of the convention hall, before his grin grew a little wider.He stretched his arm, thinking back to the days before he realized his true abilities, days spent playing football, baseball and basketball with his teammates. Before the second semester of freshman year, before he realized that he was a god, and other humans were so many termites underneath his feet.Supremacy surveyed the mob that was packed around him, a smug smile smeared across his face. "Termites devouring the foundation of their own house." He timed his throw with the next volley. The mutant moved his arm in a lazy arc, releasing a small handful of pebbles and ball bearings. The projectiles shot through the air, pinging off the plating of an armoured car. A male marine standing next to a surly-looking woman fell down, blood spurting from a wound that suddenly opened up between his eyes. The mutant was passed a placard from another protester, raising it up. He chuckled to himself. With the sheer number of protesters there, the myriad number of projectiles in the sky, and the tiny size of the ball bearing, it would require a mutant with super-enhanced vision to single him out from the crowd of other angry protesters.

I think Stefan is still waiting for a second approval. http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=6445&p=514518

OOC: For near- future reference, if a post is made saying "IC - New York - Brotherhood NPCs" please read carefully (if you're a part of the subplot). The Devil is in the details. At a wrestling tournament for the rest of the day, and I won't have time to post relating to the team until tomorrow .

Ooc: well... This is awkward, but workable. I'll retgone my previous posts. Some of them. makes for a better story.

Ooc: I am terribly confused. Wasn't air force one landing at the airport?No worries. I'll retgone those posts.

OOC: Posting a profile for approval. Stefan Krieger, common street vigilante nicknamed Cerberus. Stefan Krieger (Cerberus)

IC – New York – Brotherhood NPCs: The diplomat from Sharzhad, a debonair man with stylishly trimmed facial hair, studied the convention hall with a steady gaze. New York traffic had delayed his vehicle, unfortunately. He put away his sunglasses, as his aide and their female companions stepped out of the limousine. The companions were olive-skinned and wore elegant dresses of traditionally modest design. He waved aside the arm of his companion, and proceeded into convention hall, passing through the outer ring of security, before being escorted down the twisting hallways of the convention center.The group trotted down the corridor, the ladies receiving an occasional leer from the soldiers on patrol. The diplomat ignored the slight, though his lip curled. How he despised the lecherous and greedy spirit which seemed to permeate this culture. His brown eyes were hard as he walked down the hallway with his countrypeople. It was without honour. There was no use complaining. One was forced to grow used to the price one had to pay for the hospitality of the nation with the biggest guns.

IC - New York - Brotherhood NPC Squad: Outside of the convention hall, a sizable group had gathered, waving anti-mutant signs and shouting angry slogans. There was a tense standoff with the security surrounding the perimeter. Shouts were exchanged, as protesters screamed angrily at the military. Then, someone threw a rock. This was followed up by a smattering of debris. Light, not enough to really provoke the security. But then, a match struck the tinder."Down with the muties! And **** their friend in the Oval Office!" An angry hipster threw his metal water bottle at the soldiers. It sailed through the air, a camo-green green blur, before striking one of the soldiers on the helmet and skidding under an armoured vehicle. To all eyes present, it could easily have been mistaken for a grenade. A limousine pulled up.

IC - New York - Brotherhood NPCs: ~ Convention Center ~

The convention hall was a beautiful building, centred in a historic district of the city. The low ceiling was covered in intricate woodwork. The silverware was set beautifully, and pieces of modern artwork adorned the walls of the main reception hall. It was an unusual dining setup. Most of the time, tables were scattered about like salt. This time, the tables were arranged in spiraling shape. An appropriate symbol of unity. While most presidential receptions were held in stately halls with large windows overlooking picturesque views. 

However, this was no ordinary reception. A night for the mutants meant that there would have to be extra security in place. The reception hall was windowless, located in the center of the building. The hallways surrounding the dining hall had steel doors, lined with mahogany and were capable of being vacuum-sealed. Once the party started, no one would be coming in or out. If any terrorist, mutant or human, detected a poisonous gas attack, the doors would seal, protecting the diplomats and senators within. Armed Secret Service teams patrolled the hallways directly outside the dining room, while a special complement of twenty agents positioned themselves inside, lining the edges of the dining room. "Only the best for the friends of the X-Men." Supremacy grinned at the sound of Terror's message. The gelatinous mutant was usually mute, a sad side-effect of having no discernible mouth. "It is all proceeding on schedule." The night would open with a song sung by a children's choir from a local non-segregated orphanage. "I know for a fact that at least two thirds of the choir were orphans of a series of tragic in-flight accidents, courtesy of me." A selected child would then present a floral wreath to a certain key mutant lobbyer. According to the pamphlet, Professor Ramona Silvestra, dean of mutant studies at Harvard, and a minor mutant herself, would receive the wreath. "And unlike the Beast, her mutation is fairly minor. You've seen her in the papers. Bright pink markings on her face, aligning in wonderfully symmetric patterns that enhance her noble features. 65 years old, and doesn't look a day over 30. She's a powerful orator. Not on the speaking list." It was poetic. Victims of mutant attacks giving a mutant a peace wreath to an advocate for the X-Men, the very team that failed them. After the choral performance, a Representative would introduce an elderly Senator who forefronted the early relationship with Charles Xavier. Then appetizers would be served. Followed by another introduction from another representative and yet another senator. The centerpiece of the evening would follow the main course. The President would step on-stage fresh from the airport and speak about his vision for mutants in America, before introducing Dr. Hank McCoy, legendary X-Man and head of Xavier’s school. Now was a good time for mingling, and cocktails would flow freely for much of the night. Terror looked past the turbaned head of the Indian ambassador. It could see many familiar faces. Key friends of Beast’s den of traitors. Senators and representatives, from both sides of the party lines. Foreign diplomats, invited to see the American Dream alive and well. The First Lady, engaging in conversation with the socialite wives of key government bureaucrats. Just over two hundred souls, movers and shakers in the country. Representative Sorensen, from Minnesota, stepped up to the microphone, introducing the orphan choir and signaling the start of the evening. The children began to sing. There comes a time when we heed a certain call When the world must come together as one There are people dying And its time to lend a hand to life The greatest gift of all The borrowed smile Terror displayed was flawless, much like the other politicians and bureaucrats in the room. The lights dimmed and a single light appeared on a small stage, a flickering candle held by the leader of the choir. The other children clutched unlit candles in their hands. We can’t go on pretending day by day That someone, somehow will soon make a change We are all part of God’s great big family And the truth, you know Love is all we need The children sang crisply and clearly, as the candles were lit, one-by-one, illuminating earnest faces and bright eyes, skin tones ranging from brown to purple. Token mutants, parading for their human masters. We are the world, we are the children We are the ones who make a brighter day Such lovely candles. Such angelic music. It would be a night to remember.

New York, I believe.

Put a virus into the thing. :/

Welp, as far as I can see, mutants and the other diverse superpowers of Earth are what make the planet distinct in the Marvelverse. Sure, the Shiar have their epic technology, the Skrulls are a planet of Mystiques, and Super-strength is commonplace among the stars, but humanity's ability to adapt and its potential for growth are distinct. Unique even. :') Mainstream humans need to see the future. They need to learn to stop worrying and love the mutant. And (powerful) mutants need to stop worrying about pesky things like personal liberties and a normal life. They should embrace their role as the bulwark of the planet, Earth's sword and shield against foreign threats.

Deicide. Wow. That escalated quickly.

Touche. It wasn't the best arc Iron Man went through. I think the giant chainsaw might have thrown people off. :/

OOC: Introducing the Brotherhood's Squad!Supremacy, Spider, Spiral, Stardust and Terror! Brotherhood Fun Fact - Spider has telepathic powers! While she can't pierce the memories of her enemies, did you know that she is able to create a psychic "forum" between up to eight people? This forum is able to reach across thousands of miles, and is super useful for coordinating the nefarious schemes of Quicksilver and Co.!If this punk-haired mutant wants to deliver a message directly from one person to another, she can let herself be possessed by a person on her 'forum'! Somehow, this has an effect on the way the world perceives her, and to the recipient(s) of the message, she'll look and sound just like the person possessing her! If she has to tango with the X-men, she uses her trusty short swords! IC - Cambion - Boston: Almost a full workday had passed, and Cambion had nearly done it. "Well, it would be more like a scrolling day. If this is the SHIELD gig, I'd probably die at this desk jockey position." He looked down at the ring he had placed facing the screen. It would have been impossible to take away a normal hard disk with the database uploaded onto it. Firstly, he didn't know if there were any computer-based alarms placed on the file. Secondly, a USB might be too conspicuous. The mutant smirked slightly. "Hair growth, vestigial wings. Talk about some lame mutations. I guess I really did win the lottery." He slipped his face back into the serious expression of the Swedish agent. He had only managed to crack the password on the computer thanks to his probability powers. He had placed the ring between his keyboard and chest. The tiny camera he had set behind the gemstone had been scanning the scrolling screen, taking silent pictures of each page of America's mutants. The mutant sipped his coffee. "Priceless."

IC - Cambion - Boston: Cambion smiled disarmingly, trusting his research on the SHIELD agent. "I took a trip down to the pub last night. Was celebrating the end of the Christmas season after throwing out the julgran. Christmas tree." He rubbed his jaw ruefully. "Anyways, I had a couple of drinks, when a 18-year old sneaking his way in with some friends decided to make trouble. It's horrible what drinking does to young people."The mutant ran a hand through his now-sandy blond hair. "Turns out he was some kind of mutant. Spat this-" He pulled on his hair and was able to dislodge was looked like a piece of translucent concrete from his hair. "-all over my hair. Sticky saliva." He exhaled sharply. "The shampoo here in America just isn't as good as back home. I had to use some of the 1963 to scrape it off my scalp. And I couldn't get all of it before it dried. A real tragedy." The agent nodded. "Satisfactory enough?" The female agent looked disgusted. "Yes, yes. No need to go into the gory details."Cambion turned to walk down the hallway. "I'm going to check the database for him. I want to see if he's been registered or not."_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Cambion grinned as he sat at Persson's office. "I don't think there is anything like sitting at a new SHIELD-issued desk, in a SHIELD-issued office chair, drinking SHIELD-issued coffee, and reading SHIELD-issued files."He had finally reached his target. Before him, on the screen, was the bulk of information on the world's mutants. Technically, the American registry was the only complete one. Other countries, particularly China and Russia, only seemed to have submitted their weakest mutants to the international registry. "They probably don't want to disclose their war potential to the other side. That or the Boston file is only has the complete American one, with rudimentary information on mutant immigrants." Cambion scrolled through the files briskly. Each folder on the registered mutants could open up into a larger file, with a two-page description of the extent of their powers. But really, Cambion didn't need that. The summaries would do. "Name, power summary, age, and address is all I'm gonna be needing for this job." IC - New York - Brotherhood NPCs: Supremacy frowned as he surveyed the skyline. "Spider, is Terror in position, and have Stardust and Spiral completed their preparations?" "Affirmative."Supremacy crossed his arms and swung from the eavestrough, through the window of the house. Spider was still at the computer, a dejected look across her face. The powerfully-built male mutant crossed his arms as he stepped over a crimson puddle. It had taken only a minute of 'persuasion' for the sapiens in the house to volunteer their home for a greater cause. He kicked aside an overturned bowl of cereal in frustration, the plastic skidding off across the tile floor in a rain of Fruit Loops. It was regrettable that they had to wait until the children returned home from school. He turned at a strange slurping sound. "Spiral, took you long enough." A nervous-looking man paced into the room, stepping out of a shimmering, swirling portal that seemed to crackle with electrical energy. The new arrival's dreadlocks bounced with every step. "Please, I got here as quickly as I could. Stardust and Shock are in place."Two voices buzzed into the group's collective consciousness. The harsh, grating female voice. "I am overlooking the convention centre, in a secure position. The secondary target has not yet arrived." The second voice was soft, a whisper not dissimilar from the bubbling of gases through a thick swamp. "I too have arrived. Tertiary targetsss are togethhhher." "Our anonymous source only gave us the target's itinerary two days ago. We didn't get much time to rehearse this, so let's make it count. We only have one shot at this." Supremacy as he climbed out of the window carefully and taking his position on the roof. A moment later, Spiral, the dreadlocked mutant, had clambered out onto the tiles. "The target should begin descent in 10 minutes. Let's give the President a real New York welcome."

Giant robots? May I remind everyone of Hammer industries Detroit Steel armor?

Well, Mutant Growth Hormone is a popular drug in the Marvel universe. Gives you temporary powers.During the civil war, a unit was also formed of celebrities, who signed contracts and were given powers for one year. The contracts had codes of conduct and other waivers. If a person broke the agreement (in one case, by drinking alcohol), the initiative would take away their powers.

IC - Cambion - Boston: Cambion stepped out of the vehicle, sliding his ring into a concealed pocket, before pushing open the door of Buckler, Kite, and Sköld. As the mutant stepped through, he had to marvel at the absurdity of the situation. "S.H.I.E.L.D. sets up a cover office named after two types of shield and a foreign translation of the word 'shield'? How has this place never been infiltrated before?" As Cambion passed through the lobby, smiling at the receptionist as he walked briskly by. "God morgon. Good morning." The receptionist gave a curt nod, as "Persson" passed by her, towards a door marked with a sign marked, "Partners & Associates Only". As Victor passed through the door, a red laser scanner passed over him. A robotic voice spoke with eerie serenity. "Skeletal match confirmed. Facial recognition confirmed. Retina scan confirmed. Agent Melker Persson, please state your codename.""Tyrsson." "Voice match." The computer whirred, and a box extended out from the floor, rising on a pillar. "Please submit field weapons." Cambion withdrew the pistol and a knife from within his overcoat, dropping them into the bin. "Thank God I didn't discard that uncivilized weapon." A scanner came down from one of the roof tiles, a green light bathing over him. "DNA confirmed. Warning. X-gene detected." A wall panel slid down, revealing a mousy brunette, dressed in a blue S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform. She held a nasty-looking pistol, with a barrel made from rimmed metal plates. "Agent Persson, do you have a reasonable explanation for this discrepancy?"

*Defendantdiesanyway*

OOC: Gonna skip the Melker bit a little. IC Cambion Boston: Vice-President Ocalan, thank you for clarifying some of your views on the escalating situation in Las Vegas. Now, before the campaign, you made a name for yourself in the Senate as a critic of superheroes and a proponent of the Mutant Registration Act. In light of the situation, what do you have to say?Cambion frowned slightly, rubbing his jaw as he drove. Though his shape was now identical to Professor Persson, the residual pain from the SHIELD agents blows remained. The car was practical and plain. And of course, most of his favourites are talk radio stations.The Vice-President spoke confidently and smoothly. I think its obvious. Superpowered tyrants and terrorists have been a threat to America since World War II. However, a system of international management and cooperation has managed to stem many of these threats. We built SHIELD, and we did it again in the Avengers, and it is my hope that we continue to see regulated groups.The mutant smiled, drifting off into his thoughts. Of course, it was unlikely that the Professor would be a problem in the future. The Agent had pinned him to the floor, a gun jabbed up his jaw. Victor had no choice but to activate his chaos manipulation abilities. The power was refreshing, and had given him a window of an opening. The Agent was wiping a drop of blood from his nose when he sneezed unexpectedly. Enough of an opening for Victor to flip him to the side and smash the agent in the chest with an elbow strike.By some stroke of luck, the blow had struck his chest at a crucial point in the heartbeat cycle. Commotio cordis. Pretty rare. Cambion smirked. He had dropped the SHIELD agent out of the window, hiding him behind some bushes near an out-of-the-way stoner pit. The smell alone will keep him well hidden. Buckler, Kite and Sköld wasnt far now. Hopefully, making it past the security protocols would be made easier with his new appearance. The same principles should be applied to mutant citizens. Weve seen it happen again and again. Im sure you remember the apartment building in Cleveland that burned down in 2010. 43 people dead, roughly half directly by fire. 11 people suffered permanent disability. Survivors recall seeing the 12-year old son of one of the families in the basement suites, running around in panic, covered in a coat of fire. Autopsies showed that the boy had the X-gene, and he died due to smoke inhalation. There was a pause on the radio, as the VP let the irony sink in.Too many times have we seen the same pattern repeat itself. Young people at the peak of adolescence, suddenly activating hidden genes with disastrous consequences. My heart goes out to the families. Of victims on both sides of the table. Simply put, the status quo has failed the American people. Cambion turned up the volume a little. Thank you for your passion. Now, since this is such an important issue to you, will you be attending the summit organized by the President on mutant issues?Unfortunately, while the President is hosting his conference with mutant leaders and UN diplomats down in New York, I will not be able to attend. It was rather short notice. But circumstances may be for the best. The Mutant Registration Act was viciously opposed by Dr. Hank McCoy, whom I heard was asked to deliver the keynote address. The Vice-President chuckled ruefully.Lets just say that my dedication for protecting Americas citizens, mutant or otherwise, has ruffled some feathers in certain camps.One final question. Do you think the conference will be able to generate some answers for the mutant problem?The Vice-Presidents voice was firm. I have heard Dr. McCoys views several times over, and the Presidents personal circumstances have coloured his rhetoric recently. If the conference is able to generate some true dialogue concerning the state of mutants in our communities, it may be of some worth.He paused for a moment. I believe in long-term solutions forged by hard work and community cooperation, not kneejerk reactions and soapboxes for tired monologues. However, regardless of my personal views, I made a promise to do my utmost to serve and protect the American people. No matter what administration, or political capacity I am in, I will not break my promis-. Victor shut off the radio.Cambion pulled up to Buckler, Kite and Sköld, turning off the ignition and exhaled sharply. He checked himself in the rearview mirror. He was a veritable clone of Melker Persson. Cambion kissed the yellow gemstone on his ring. "Luck, please guide my steps." IC - New York - NPC Brotherhood Squad:"Has the flight route been confirmed, Spider?" A tall man with medium-length black hair was seated on a rooftop, looking over at the JFK International Airport. His steely blue eyes surveyed the airport, as he sipped a no-name brand of cola. Usually, he would prefer something stronger. "I'd probably wet myself if I messed up."A female voice purred in his head. "You know we can all hear you, Supremacy." Supremacy frowned in displeasure. "Yeah, well, I'm not about to go back to Quicksilver and tell him we missed a once-in-a-lifetime opening." One could almost hear the other mutant roll her eyes through the psychic link. "Yeah. We all know how important this job is. Arrival has been confirmed. They should be landing in 20 minutes." The target had taken off from Seattle almost 5 hours before, after attending a fundraising gala for wounded veterans. Within the house was a lithe female, with bright purple hair and black corneas, codenamed Spider. She sighed. Now all they needed to do was wait for the bird to land in their web. OOC: Two members of the Brotherhood hit squad

So many tears. :'( The poetry of Warren cradling her into death was chilling. An Angel sending off one of the Fallen. Or a Fallen ridding the world of an innocent. I can't tell anymore. D":

*cough* Integration into society. Not elimination. Integration means careful management, a structured approach which makes use of the useful, tolerates the harmless, and eliminates that which is irredeemably harmful.

Hypothetical scenario:A normal human child CAN set a fire with a bit of fuel and a match. A mutant human child may spontaneously have his powers activate during a school field trip and disintegrate the kids he touches, or accidentally turn a campfire into a firestorm when he gets scared over a ghost story, or psychically fry those he gets angry with, or turn the swimming pool to acid, or-.The problem with the management of mutants is the unknown factor. We don't know when their powers will activate, nor do we know what those powers will be. You might end up with a kid with horns (harmless) or an adolescent that spontaneously generates a field of decay.Despite the risks, genocide is unethical and the government should not even remotely consider taking such steps. There are better ways with dealing with the mutant problem. Unfortunately, the simple system of registration, while a good start, is not the best way to deal with such potential dangers (nor is it the best way to see mutant gifts integrated into society).