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Post by Foley on Sept 15, 2010 14:25:06 GMT -5
It is the year 2020, once more mutants are being born at an incredible rate. Nearly five times as many as there was prior the Scarlet Witch's M-Day event. The government realizing that they can no longer afford to ignore the race nor can they pretend that mutants could be controlled like so much cattle, gave mutantkind equal footing as mainstream humanity. Even going so far as to giving the Mutant Nation representation on Captial Hill.
Cyclops long ago relocated his core team of X-Men to off the coast of San Fransico on the appropriately named Utopia Isle. As the ranks of mutants grew, so did the ranks of the X-Men grow seeing the rise of the so called Young X-Men to full membership as well as newer members joining. Taking adventage of mutants new stasis and the large number of active X-Men, Cyclops began setting up teams in various parts of the world. This is the tell of one such team...
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Post by Fire Star on Sept 15, 2010 21:40:21 GMT -5
The busy pace of the city was new and unfamiliar to her. Everyone seemed too busy to stop and look around at the world they had been given. She wondered where everyone was going. Making up stories of their lives as they passed by.
It all seemed so amazing to Robin Goodman . This was nothing like Johnstown Tennessee. Downtown was two blocks long. And after that neighbors were spread miles apart. Only 5,469
call it home. Well 5,468 and then there is Robin.
Always the outsider, she kept to herself. Living in a small apartment over the Pharmacy. Until someone started the rumor that she was a witch. At least she was grateful they were too old fashioned to call her a mutant. The town must not own a T.V. Mutants were growing in numbers. But that was just her luck. The only one in town.
So there she was twenty-two, homeless and sitting at a bus stop in Seattle, WA. Brushing her long red hair out of her eyes as the wind picked up. Wondering herself way she had traveled across the US. Maybe to finally fit in.
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Post by Foley on Sept 22, 2010 0:37:44 GMT -5
From out of the shadows stepped a mountain of a man. The fact that his skin appeared to be made of rock or stone only added to the description. There was a slight tremble all around with each heavy step he took of his long, almost too fluid, stride. Within minutes he was standing in front of the young woman. He looked down at her with his round, boulder of a face and asked in a voice that sounded like something of a cross between rocks tumbleing and Darth Vidar, "You waiting for the bus, girl?"
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Post by Fire Star on Sept 22, 2010 21:32:45 GMT -5
Nothing surprised her any more. Anything was possible. People could have wings. Walk on water. But yet talking to a statue was not on her list today.
"Waiting for that skin problem to clear up? Ya you would be here for me I guess. Well do we have a secret password hand shake, maybe. Aim not wearing spandex."
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Post by Foley on Sept 22, 2010 22:45:56 GMT -5
The walking mountain did not seem impressed the girl's attempt at humor. Of course nothing really impressed him. "Cute," he snorted, "Real funny. Almost as funny as you thinking I'm onna them X-Jokes."
The sound of rock against rock rang out and he pounded his thumb on his chest, "Name's Groundpounder. You tell them X-Men that when they ask you who did this!" He suddenly spun around and buried his mammoth fist into the side of the oncoming bus, leaving an impact creator like a cannonball on a tin can. The other fist left an equally impressive crater on the now junkheap on wheels.
He stood back, studied his work then nodded and sniffed before turning back to the girl, "You tell 'em that was for The Vally. Now I'm walking away," he leaned down to look directly into her wide eyes, "Unless, yer thinkin' you can stop me, since yer a fan of the X-Men an' all. So you one of them mutants that wanna be a hero?"
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Post by Fire Star on Sept 23, 2010 21:56:45 GMT -5
The momentum of the bus and shear power almost knocked her off the bench. She had never saw such power before. And as tough as she seemed her face at that moment betrayed her.
Standing in shock. She could hear the screams of people. See the horror before her. But to her only two mattered. Robin Goodman and this thing called Groundpounder. With eyes locked she wondered what her next move would be? Hero?
Her thoughts somehow echoed the voice of it. She could feel her temperature rise. Her blood boiled. She never thought of herself as a hero but people were dying. She had to do something...
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Post by Foley on Sept 25, 2010 21:33:33 GMT -5
"What's the matter, girl?" Groundpounder sneered and chuckled, "Ya already as good as told me yer a mutant like me and ya wanna be a big bad X-Man. So go on, do somethin'! Make me pay for hurtin' those poor, pitiful flatscans."
He leaned down more as to put his granite mug right in her face, and said with an even cruel tone, "I dare you."
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Post by dc on Sept 25, 2010 23:04:03 GMT -5
Over the Mountain with a pulses shoulder flew a half still smoking cigar. "You outta pick on someone your own size, bub." Said the man standing behind him.
Before the behemouth could turn, Wolverine had pounced on his back burrying his claws deep into his shoulders. "If you can do anything kid, now's the time!" He said as he was riding Groundpounder like a bull in the rodeo.
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Post by Fire Star on Sept 25, 2010 23:30:02 GMT -5
Stretching out her hands her blood boiled and her eyes turned red, Robin hands caught fire. Sending a stream of flame at the monster.
Holding it steady as she aimed for it's legs. Trying not to hit the new stranger who seemed to be helping her.
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Post by Foley on Sept 26, 2010 22:33:20 GMT -5
The gouts of flame that Robin was streaming onto Groundpounder's legs like twin jets of napalm did little more then burn away the bottoms of his jeans and make him angry. The little wild man with two sets of three claws buried into the middle of his back enraged him even more.
"Get off me ya little puke!" he was shouting as he reached backwards trying to grab Wolverine by any body part he could. Finally Groundpounder managed to get a good hold on the smaller mutant's neck and shoulders to pry him off his back. Which, of course, hurt like the devil causing him to howl in even more rage and pain. Slow rivets of what looked like thick muddy water soaked the massive mutants clothes as he threw Wolverine overhand smack dab in the middle of what remained of the bus. Sneering and snorting like a bull ready to charge he turned his attention back to Robin. "I wasn't sure if you was onna these punks, but now I know for sure and youre in for a world'a hurt cause of The Vally."
Before he could charge, Goundpounder was suddenly lifted off his feet and hurled backwards into the side of a brick building at great speed. The impact shattered windows all around the block. Suddenly a tall thin man appeared hovering just a few feet in front of Robin, "Simian, make sure he stays down."
At once another, teenaged looking man with huge hands and feet came flying from behind Robin and begain to keep Groundpounder off his feet til Wolverine could get there to put cuffs on the man mountain. The hovering man then turned to face Robin and smiled apologeticly, "You must be Robin. Sorry for our tardiness in meeting you, my name is Cerebro."
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Post by Fire Star on Sept 27, 2010 20:47:17 GMT -5
"Ya, okay. Nice entrance. Try and make it a little sooner next time." She replied. Not caring to much for the new comer as much as worrying if anyone got hurt. And for the damage all around her. " Is everyone alright?" She asked as she looked down seeing the sleeves to her jacket on fire. "Crap! Not again." Working fast she patted the flames down. "Oh, and I liked this one."
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Post by Foley on Sept 27, 2010 21:15:22 GMT -5
"Don't worry about the jacket," Cerebro smiled, "I know some of the best tailors in the trade and they can whip up one just like but able to stand your...fiery disposition."
He suddenly cocked his head to one side as if listening to a bluetooth even though none could be seen. After a moment he closed his eyes and smiled greater, "Pixie was able to teleport the majority of the passenagers off the bus right before Groundpounder 'made his stand' as it were. Hadn't planned on you being involved, but you the plans of mice, men and mutants. Not sure why he passed up several more choice locations to make his statement about the Valley incident, but once the others interview the bus patrons I'm sure the answer will present itself. Groundpounder isn't known for his thinking so he must be carrying out someone else's orders. That's why we were following him."
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Post by Fire Star on Sept 27, 2010 21:26:13 GMT -5
"Flame proof cloths. Cool. Valley." She said suddenly remembering the words it kept saying. "It said something about the valley?"
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Post by Foley on Sept 27, 2010 21:41:09 GMT -5
Cerebro sighed, "Yes, The Valley." he pinched the bridge of his nose before continueing, "Couple of weeks back, a settlement of low-powered mutants set up in a deep valley close to the Canadian/Washington border, that dated back pre-M-Day was completely wiped out as so far an unknown group. No one has stepped forward claiming responsibilty for the event and we have done our best to keep most of the details out of the media. But word of mouth is a powerful force, in the last week," he jerked his thumb back to Groundpounder who was now being lead away in giant cuffs by Simian who was dwarfed by the massive stone man. "Alpha-Class mutants have been staging what appears to be random attacks decrying the 'injustice the Valley has recieved by mutants and flatscans alike'. "
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Post by Fire Star on Sept 27, 2010 21:49:44 GMT -5
"So, I could have gotten killed for a political statement. Great. But he seemed to be targeting me. He approached me first. Why. Was I just some random parson he pick? He said you tell the x-men. How did he know?"
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