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Post by dc on Sept 28, 2010 22:44:12 GMT -5
"Well, I doubt he could smell it on you like I can." Said Wolverine as he approached the two mutants. He smiled his kind of sideways arrogant smile and said , " Hi, name's Logan."
"So, where ya from?" He asked as he pulled out a cigar from his jacket pocket.
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Post by Fire Star on Sept 29, 2010 12:57:40 GMT -5
"No where that wanted me. Kind of got kick out of my hometown. I was different." Robin held out the palm of her hand, till it glowed red. What looked like a bird appeared on her hand. But this bird was made completely made of fire. "I was a witch to them." The bird took flight leaving a trail of fire behind it. Once the fire bird was above the groups head, Robin look as if she was blowing out a candle. The bird turned to smoke and disappeared. "Have nowhere to call home."
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Post by Foley on Oct 2, 2010 1:25:02 GMT -5
Cerebro gave her a warm smile, "Well that's why you're here now isn't it? To find a place amoung mutants. And I wouldn't worry overly much about being a 'political statement', after awhile you get used to it."
He turned back to watch Groundpounder being loaded in the transport that would take him to a special holding facility until he could be processed and await his trial. "Simian will help you with your bags onto the helicopter and we'll get you settled in at the Center." Cerebro let the younger mutant introduce himself to Robin and lead her off in the distance. When he turned his attention back to Wolvering his face was serious and stoney. "This is the fourth 'statement' in the last week. Any luck getting any of these second raters to roll over and give us the one calling the shots?"
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Post by Foley on Oct 2, 2010 15:14:59 GMT -5
As Simian lead Robin to the nearby park where they had landed the transport, he did not walk beside her so much as amble forth on his oversized knuckles and feet. "So this your first time to Washington state?" he asked after taking a moment to leap up and do a flip around a strong oak branch.
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Post by Fire Star on Oct 3, 2010 21:08:18 GMT -5
"Yes. First time," She replied. "Since I have been here I've noticed two things. Rain, it has lots of rain, and coffee. None of which aim I fan. But I like the forest here. I hope I don't catch any of them on fire."
She wanted to asked about his looks. And the way he flipped around instead of walking normally. But what was normal? That word of out of her vocabulary any more.
"So are we off to the lair?"
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Post by dc on Oct 3, 2010 22:13:34 GMT -5
Puffing on his cigar, Wolverine looked at his not so dapper leader and said, "Nah, no luck just yet, but you know me and my interrogation skills. I will get one of them to talk."
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Post by Foley on Oct 5, 2010 19:17:37 GMT -5
"Wouldn't call much of a leir," Simian answered with a chuckle, "The Center is where our praticular group calls home. Cerebro calls us his band of merry men since he likes to sometimes been the rules when he needs to, much to Cyclops annoyence, and cause it's located just outside Seattle proper in a heavy wooded area."
Simian suddenly run up ahead only to come back by way of several somersalts and flips ending with a several turn cartwheel that stopped right in front of Robin with the mutant balanced upside down on one of his large fingers. "Ta da!!"
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Post by Foley on Oct 5, 2010 19:26:14 GMT -5
"There are days when I could just walk into the interrogation room and telepathically rip what I want to know out of there pointy heads." Cerebro huffed folding his arms across his chest, "And dont give me that look, old man, you know damned well if I did that the both the DA and Ethics Review Board, not to mention dearly loved Cyclops would all be baying for my blood."
He turned an evil eye once again on the departing helicopter with the prisoner, "Don't process Groundpounder yet. Put him in an room under a power neutralizer and hold his phone call. Whoever is calling the shots has Sally Bevins, ol Skids herself, on speed dial as these nuts attorney and she comes in and gets them gone before we have a decent chance to crack them. I want to see if we can't get a little water from stone before we let the lawyers in the room."
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Post by dc on Oct 6, 2010 2:20:18 GMT -5
Smiling a sinister mile, Logan gruffed, "Well, I guess thats my que." And headed for the helicopter to catch a lift back.
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Post by Fire Star on Oct 12, 2010 19:02:56 GMT -5
"The judges give you a 9.8." She smiled. "Now what aim I supposed to be looking at?"
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Post by Foley on Oct 28, 2010 20:07:55 GMT -5
Returning to a standing position, Simian fished a small remote from his uniform pocket and pressed the single red button. Suddenly a large helicopter shimmered into existance. "Simply your chariot to a new day."
to be continued in the next chapter thread
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