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Post by boo radley on Jun 3, 2009 14:57:43 GMT
I had no idea what happened these past seven years.
It's been too long.
And yet here I stand, at the gate of "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters." Who were they kidding? This was the Mutant Mansion.
I know I looked different than I did once, when I was last here. Seven years ago. One of the original X-Men. Then I was blonde, now I'm dark-haired. Nothing much you can change anymore.
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Post by Lauren on Jun 3, 2009 16:25:50 GMT
A tall, thin, young blonde walked through the coridoors of the school. She was wearing a white blouse and a tight black, smart skirt. As she walked through the coridoors she glanced in every doorway. She was looking for somebody. One person in particular. One person that could help her.
As she looked in one room, her eyes flashed yellow, regaining their snake like appearance for a brief second. She shook she head, returning them to normal. Raven Darkholme, or Mystique as she prefered to be called due to her hatred of her slave name, pulled back the shoulder of her tight blouse and ran her fingers over the small round mark left there. A needle mark.
She continued her search for Logan.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 3, 2009 16:35:10 GMT
I walked into the building and stopped at the foyer. There were two mutants there.
One I did not recognize, but the other, I knew from before -
It was Storm.
I heard heels walking in, steps, slowing down until they got here. I looked over.
This wasn't what I expected. Not at all.
My eyes widened, my jaws dropped.
"Jack?" It couldn't be. I turned away from Rogue, whom I was talking to, and stared at Jacklyn Isolde Kelly, who walked in at that moment. "Jack, what're you doing here?"
"Oh, thanks for the warm welcome," I say with the first smile I've had in weeks.
"Oh, honey!" I grab her into a hug. Rogue raises an eyebrow. "Honey, I've missed you!"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 3, 2009 20:41:22 GMT
Things had changed. Of course. Three graves were added to the yard after what had happened on Alcatraz Island. Jean’s was the one that always stood out the most, at least to Logan. But even he had to admit that with Xavier gone, the school seemed to have lost something – like a body missing a vital organ. Life went on, of course, with Storm now in control. They managed. Logan had suppressed the vague urges of wanderlust for the sake of staying around to keep an eye on things, at least for now. So far he hadn’t regretted it.
He had just spend an hour in the Danger Room with Colossus, teaching the Tin Man some combat techniques. As they walked up the stairs, Logan caught a whiff of a unfamiliar scent – but not something he hadn’t smelled before. Or rather… someone. “There’s company.” He mumbled, vaguely, more to himself than to anyone else. He stopped and turned around, spotting the thin blonde who had smelled before he saw her. Her appearances tricked him. For a moment.
What the hell was she doing here? He almost mistrusted his senses, because he couldn’t think of one reason why Mystique would choose to wander into this school, unless she was looking for trouble.
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Post by Lauren on Jun 3, 2009 20:46:58 GMT
Mystique turned around when she heard somebody coming.
"Logan," She said, almost a whisper and trotted over to him on her heels. "I need your help ... please," She whispered the last bit so quietly it was barely audible. She may have lost her mutant abilities but she still had her pride.
She took a deep breath, looking down at the floor, her bland peach coloured toes poking out of her black heels. Her eyes moved up her bland legs to her bland hands. She looked over them for a moment, still not quiet believing it herself sometimes. Sometimes she forgot until she'd walk past a mirror to the horrible reminder of what she's become.
"They cured me,"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 3, 2009 20:54:34 GMT
How often did it happen to someone that an old enemy came running up to them, pleading for help? Logan couldn't help but appreciate the irony of the situation, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. So it was her. Mystique. Cured. He took a good look at the woman in front of him, observing her from top to toe silently. He knew he probably ticked her off by doing so, and that was certainly one of the reasons behind it.
"What makes you think I want to help you." He said, barely making it sound like a question at all. He put a hand on her shoulder, putting some force on it as he lead her down the hallway, with every intention to show her the door.
She wasn't a threat anymore, true enough. But that didn't mean he would trust her. As far as Logan was concerned, Raven Darkholme was just as bad as Mystique.
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Post by Lauren on Jun 3, 2009 21:00:11 GMT
Mystique dug her heels in the ground in an attempt to stop him from pushing her forward. Oh how she hated being a weak, defenseless homosapian.
"Wait," She said, slapping his hand away and stepping out of his reach. "The cure ... it's not what you think." She licked her lips for a moment, debating how much to tell him. Mystique paused, and then lightly bit her lower lip in concentration.
Mystique looked up at Logan again. Once again her eyes momentarily flashed back to their previous snake-like appearance, this time her eyelids and the skin around her eyes turned blue. "If it's wearing off me that means it'll be wearing off Eric as well. Let me help you put a stop to him ... once and for all,"
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Post by Jacky on Jun 3, 2009 21:08:51 GMT
Logan's first intentions had been to throw Mystique out of the school, and instantly forget about her, without a care in the world. But, like she obviously had intended, the moment he saw her eyes change his interest peaked. It was hard to tell under the mask of indifference he wore, but her words underlined the one thing he thought about the second Mystique´s eyes turned yellow. If the cure didn't last, one of the solved problems of the past was going to be a problem again. Magneto.
Logan frowned. He wondered a lot of things that instant.. and decided that throwing out Mystique wouldn't get those questions answered. First and foremost, he doubted she was telling the truth.
"And how would that help you?" He grumbled, looking straight at her.
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Post by Lauren on Jun 3, 2009 21:15:02 GMT
Mystique raised a delicate blonde eyebrow. "You wouldn't believe me anyway," She shook her head and looked away. "I saved his life, I became this for him, and he turned his back on me." Mystique paused a moment, "He left me naked and homosapian in the middle of nowhere." She said through gritted teeth, her anger at him showing.
Mystique hated feeling this exposed, this weak. She'd much rather be shapeshifting into Jean and teasing Logan like she had done many times before. With the loss of her abilities, she'd lost her defense shield. But, it was wearing off, slowly, but it was there. She'd felt it a few times in the last few days, and she'd make up for this excessive exposure when she got her powers back.
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Post by Jacky on Jun 3, 2009 21:22:39 GMT
Strangely enough, he did believe her. Somewhat. Because if there was one thing in the world that could motivate Wolverine, it was exactly what Mystique was after. Revenge. It wasn't like he felt a great swell of pity for the woman though. She'd brought this down on herself, and the world was better off without her using her powers for the wrong goals. He definately didn't trust her. He just believed her.
"You have guts, walking in here." He told her, slowly raising an eyebrow. What made her think he wouldn't gut her the second he recognized her?
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