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Careful that no one else was around and about, Victor opened the door to Skuld's appartment and walked in. Quicly closing the door behind him. He set the duffle bag on the kitchen table and went about looking for Skuld.

Victor sighed and shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Probably not...." he replied. "I was mistaken for the "other" Sabertooth that everyone's familiar with. Mob wants me to save his family from who he suspects is Bullseye. Couldn't really say no to rescuing a kid and his mother, so....half my pay now the other half when I rescue his family tonight and take care of the kidnapper. I was followed here by a new costume and talked my way out of a fight. And...she's going to be tagging along to beat up the mob she hates so much."

Victor chuckled a bit. "If you don't need to go out and work tonight. I'd appreciate it." he replied.

Victor just looked at her. Whatever it was she was planning, he didn't seem to get it.

Sabertooth just blinked. "I'm...not sure how having Magneto around would help me. That might just panic everyone and cause more of a ruckus. Besides, Magneto's dead where I'm from. I don't know much about him, let alone how he relates to "Sabertooth" here." he replied.

Dr. Joshua Jones groaned as he held his head. Where the hell was he? He remembered punching Bastion to the ground, as both Cyclops and Magneto apprehended him...so then what...wait...he remembered him dropping a vial, no wait, he dropped two vials! T-They made a hole of some sort...

...oh god...

The mutant quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed over to the ledge. Cars and pedestrians crowded the streets, but it was no ordinary streets that he saw. This was one place that he could easily recognize due to the sheer amount of people occupying this place.

"Honey, I don't think I'm in San Francisco anymore."

Dr. Jones was just in shock, just how the hell did he get here to New York, all the way back from San Francisco? It was just too much. It's only been a week since his mutant powers awaken, and he not only battled for his life, he also partook a civil war without knowing it, as well as took down several Sentinels. Could this day get any weirder? His eyes closed as he cleared out his thoughts, trying to listen to at least what 'some' of the pedestrians were talking about.

He couldn't hear anything. The doctor kneeled and focused on what the problem was...there it is, his ears are ringing a bit. He looked from left to right and back at the street. "How the hell am I suppose to get down from here?" He muttered, not wanting to expose himself to the public. Sure New York is one of the states that doesn't have strong mutant prejudices as it did back in the 90's but they still fear the sight of one using his or her power just in the middle of the public.

Looks like he'll have to try without being seen. He would have used the door, but the door handle, as well as the door, were melted.

With a sigh. He took a few steps back before bracing myself, and inhaled deeply. With that lungful of oxygen, he literally felt the hemoglobin absorb all the oxygen, as much as it can. He could feel his whole circulatory system rush to all the necessary muscles that is needed for what he was about to do. Just below his ribcage, a bell-shaped muscle, the diaphragm, flattened, creating a vacuum in his thorax.

He sprinted to the ledge.

And jumped.

(Your welcome blaugh ! Now lemme show you how my character gets out of this sticky situation...Tarzan style.

It also helps listening to this while reading that))

Adrenaline kicked into his endocrine system overdrive as time moved slow for the man. His eyes quickly wandered, trying to assess the situation. Everything was being accounted for, his body mass that was delaying part of the fall, the fact that his arms and legs were spread out to delay it even more, and his face angled down, to make sure the draft could give him more time to think- There!

With an animalistic roar, the man curled his body into a ball and flipped, the velocity of it all made him move forward as his arms immediately pulled out, grabbing hold of the Telephone wires. No sane person would even think about holding onto one of those, fear of getting shocked, especially since how much people are using their phone here in New York, but regardless, Dr. Jones kept on, as he flipped once, twice, and three times; ignoring the electricity that was currently burning his palms. Like a man on a trapeze, he leaped out again; the momentum from the swing carried him onto another building, an apartment complex, as he wasted no time sprinting off of that one.

He was getting a bit closer to the ground, thankfully, as the man leaped off again, reaching to the top awning from one of the apartment building, then onto another, before latching onto a lamp post. With one more swing, the man flung himself onto a lower awning of a store. With pose and grace of an Olympic Gymnast, the man twirled into the air before landing right onto his feet, in front of a vendor who was selling his fruit.

"Sweet Christ!" The man screamed as Dr. Jones looked at the man...before picking up an apple and handing him a twenty dollar bill, as if what he did just five minutes ago was just nothing; though the vendor did flinch at the sight of Dr. Jones' cauterized hands that he burnt from the telephone wires that he electrocuted himself with. "I'll take this, as well as some watermelons and bananas. I think I'll also take..."

Just a normal day for Tarzan.