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Post by Juggernaut on Nov 15, 2010 1:04:06 GMT -5
Juggernaut stabds outside the door to the war room. He can hear Cerebro talking but dosent quite know what he is saying. As he opens the door a thought comes to him. No one knows he has been here fro the last eight months. Except Cerebro of coarse. Juggernaut wonders to himself what kind of welcome he will recieve. He walks into the room and all conversation stops as all eyes look on him.
"so listen (rubs back of his head) i know what all yall are thinkin'"
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Post by Foley on Nov 15, 2010 17:16:47 GMT -5
"We are all thinking that we are all X-Men here," Cerebro said kindly even though he shot a stern look, "And WE all have a job to do, which at the moment is shutting down C.E.L.L.. And yes, Robin, I am including you in the collective description."
Nodding Juggernaut to a seat on the far end of the room, "You're just in time, Cain, to give us the lowdown on what we can expect as far as this installations security."
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Post by Juggernaut on Nov 16, 2010 2:18:26 GMT -5
Juggernaut let go a sigh and sat down at the table. He took off his helmet and set it in front of him.,
"Security aint the problem. see base is consealed inside an abandoned car assembly factory. So the guards are all human. But they are clones. Bread inside C.E.L.L. the clones are all linked through their brains somehow to a powerful psychic like Cerebro. Once inside there are three places i think we need to look at. One is the holding cells. this is where muntants are kept for processing until they are converted. Then there are the labs. This is where the actual conversion takes place. Then there are the cloning labs. This is what i think that we need to destory! There are clones in stasis in here from the late 80s until now. every super human that has existed has a clone in there ready to do the bidding of C.E.L.L Oh yeah,,,one mroe thng. That muntant aint just like Cerebro. It is you pal. or your clone anyway"
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Post by soul on Nov 16, 2010 14:38:11 GMT -5
C.E.L.L. houses over 150 different captured muntants at any given time. They are processed, converted and if not successfully converted to serve them, they are destoryed and their clone is brought online to achieve the same goal. but there is one muntant that even Dr Parkingapp(who by the way is a NPC for anyone to use in their RP) will not interview, look at or even walk past. He is only known as Soul. Soul is the only suivior if the Mexico City X-Men squad that was captured and processed by C.E.L.L. He is still waiting for processing.
"umm. Hello Soul. How are you doing today?"
A guard tenderly walks past his cell.. fear is in his eyes and Soul can smell it.
"Fine guard Franklin." When he spoke it was as if the darkness itself had gotten a voice. It was hollow and without emotion.
Soul was a Necromancer. He is one of the old gods. probably the last one left as far as he knew. Soul was there watching Zeues. He was there watching Loki. And he has always been watching. Soul was a fairyman for the hethen gods until he gained his freedom after serving his sentence. It is not recorded what or who he was before this lifetime, not even C.E.L.L. knows for sure.
"well i must be going..." The guard runs towards the end of the hallway as the voices begin. Soul communes with the dead and the voices are enough to drive anyone crazy.
"If it were not for these restraints and this machine that reduces my powers, we woulg give you something to be afraid of."
Soul closes his eyes as those from beyond tell him of a plan. They show him several muntants around a table and, yes. Cerebro. He knew Cerebro well. If only he could get him a message. With what power he could muster, Soul send a quick message through the beyond.
"Cerebro, I am here"
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Post by Foley on Nov 23, 2010 13:20:06 GMT -5
In a dark, twisted corner of the base, Mindwipe grinned.
"Soul, is trying to call for help again." the twisted dark mirror reflection of Cerebro said to the true owner of C.E.L.L. who sat in his command chair like a king on a throne of shadows.
"Can you stop it?"
Mindwipe snorted with contempt, "Of course. Even without Soul's powers being contained by your drugs and devices, he is still no match for my power. I don't see why you need the walking dead anyways since you have me working with ya, Mr Sinester."
Nathanal Essex leaned forward into the light, his chalkwhite skin nearly glowing making the red of his forhead diamond seemed to be blood and the black of his goatee a mini black hole. "You work FOR me, clone, never for forget that. Nor should you forget that I do not need to explain anything to you for any reason. Question me again and you will find I can turn off your vaunted power as effortlessly as blowing out a match."
"As you command, Master." Mindwipe replied coldly.
"Tell the guard captain to step up the watch."
"Expecting company?"
Mr Sinester grinned, a truely scary sight in itself, "Oh yesssss, the X-Men will be arriving soon I am sure of that."
"How do you know that?"
"Because your DNA provider is angry."
to be continued in Chapter 3
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