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OOC: The perversion in the depths of my soul demanded this post.

IC: Pietro laughed triumphantly, appearing above his fallen foe with one foot planted on his back, as if he'd just climbed a mountain. Tihs was all going quite well, now he simply had to relay his message.

"Gee I hope the rest of the X-Men don't show up!" Pietro shouted.

Nothing.

"I said... GEE I HOPE THOSE ******** DON'T SHOW UP TO HELP THEIR TEAMMATE!"

Still, nothing. Pietro kicked Morgan's body lightly.

"HEY ASSHOLES! NEARLY DEAD COMMRADE HERE!"

The silence began to mock Pietro.

"Where the ******** are they..." Pietro muttered, and pondered simply taping a note to Morgan's back.

OOC: I made a decision to remove a few posts that were just put onto the board after receiving complaints about their nature. Please PM if there is a problem. I have them saved incase they should be readded to the board.

It wasn't too long after when Jacen awoke again. He looked around warily for a timepiece but found nothing. He felt a bit better now, though he was quite groggy. He stretched his free arm as much as he could and lazily swung his feet over the side of the bed. When he did, he noticed he had a thin pair of pants on, and nothing more. He looked around again through the bandages trying to find his uniform and gear, but couldn't find anything at all. So slowly, he stood up and gingerly walked out into the main room.

When he started to walk through the tiny house, he could smell food. Good food. He hadn't eaten in a couple of days and he could feel his stomach nearly digesting itself. As he stumbled into the living area, he felt everyone's eyes fall on him.

"You shouldn't be out of bed," the young woman said as she started to work on preparing the meal. Her brother had walked up to where Jacen was and just stared at him. Her father stayed seated in his chair near the fireplace.

"You're right, I shouldn't," Jacen replied through the loose bandages around his mouth, "But....I've never really don't what I'm supposed to do." Still with the kid by his side, he walked over to an empty seat by the young woman and sat down. "So...I'm assuming that."

The woman interrupted him. "What exactly brings you out here, stranger?," she asked, not looking up from her task.

"........Business," Jacen replied after a momentary silence.

"Odd business of yours that makes you have to fight a brute like the one that you did."

"You.....know about that?," he asked.

"Of course. My father saw you out there on the ice, fighting with that big red man," she stopped for a second, "I honestly don't know why he went to help. He would have been killed if you two didn't fall into the waters."

"I owe him my gratitude," Jacen said quietly. He looked down and saw the boy still looking up at him. "He doesn't get out much, does he?"

The woman laughed a bit. "No. He's barely left our tiny village," she said, "You are the first visitor we've had since our mother passed away."

"I'm assuming it's been a long time?"

"....Yes...."

An awkward silence fell over the two as the only sound that could be heard was utensil hitting dish. They sat like that for a second before Jacen spoke up again. "May I inquire as to what your name is, miss?"

"My name is Elena," she said with a smile, "My brother's name is Grigory, and my father's name is Fyodor. What do they call you?"

"Sci......Jacen," he said stopping himself for a moment.

"Well, Sci....Jacen," she said with a giggle, "Supper will be ready soon." She looked at her little brother. "Grigory, go wash up and tell father supper is almost ready." The boy replied in his native tongue, then took off like a child possessed.

"....Elena, I've some questions to ask....," Jacen said before being cut off again.

"Supper first," Elena said as she pulled a roast from the oven, "Then we'll talk. Is that alright?"

"Can't argue," Jacen replied as he thought more about the motives as to why he was here. He couldn't figure it out, in all honesty. "Meh," he said silently as he got up from his seat and moved towards the table. He was hungry and his stomach was not letting him forget that.

The following flyer has been posted in the halls of the high school and sent to the residences of students:




Hello all you Bayville Bison!! It's the end of year, and yes, it's THAT TIME.

We invite all students to attend the annual Bayville Prom. It will be held in the newly remodeled gymnasium at 6PM, dinner will be included. Doors close at 12AM.

Dress to the 9s. Bring a date or go stag. Tickets will go on sale in two days.

We hope to see you there,
The Student Council

PS: Don't forget Student Council elections are coming up!



Somewhere plastered on cars and random objects:


VOTE FOR PIETRO, STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT!!

Brought to you by the Pietro For President Association

Pietro rushed over to Regina, taking advantage of her confusion. "Considering it seems that you're the only one who gives a damn about your teammate here, I'll relay my message to you. Commit it to memory because I don't think I'll be repeating myself."

He cleared his throat, and pulled out a sheet of exquisite stationary. "Ahem...

'The great and mighty Lord Magneto bids you hello. It seems quite savage to address you under such circumstances, but I'm afraid your dear Professor Charles Xavier has repeatedly refused my amicable requests to address you all in person. It would seem that despite your Professor's seemingly open-minded and pacifistic world view, he is unwililng to allow anyone to present you with an alternative. It is a shame really, but rest assured that I have the most powerful mutant healer in the world waiting for
You should know now that I do not intend to allow my own views to go unheeded. I will present my ideals, one way or another, and I do hope you will keep an open mind. And before you claim that I am militaristic, I must ask you this: What is your Professor creating, if not an army? A holographic simulated war room? Lethal securitiy measures about your campus grounds? Does this really sound like a school to you? After all... is not the only reason you trust Xavier because he was simply the one who talked to you first, and then kept you sheltered from the more "ugly" sides of mutation?

Enjoy the next few weeks. My plans, like all great plans, will take time to initiate, and I see no reason to break up your little paradise yet. But do know, change will be coming, and you can either evolve as your genetic makeup most obviously says you should, or remain in the past with your Professor, and become a fossil. Also, vote for Pietro in the upcoming student elections. He will create an ice cream buffet in the cafeteria and double the size of the student parking lot, before issuing a new world order as the new president of this nation's fine youth.'"

Pietro looked up at Regina's expression, mixed with horror, suspicion, and quite a lot of confusion.

"Ok, so I tacked that last part on, but seriously my opponent is that Duncan idiot. Why not simply elect a monkey? In any case, my job is here, I'll see you guys on Monday," quipped Pietro, seeming entirely friendly despite the debris littering the ground. "Oh yeah, and I think this belongs to you."

In the blink of an eye, Pietro lifted Morgan's body and dropped him in Regina's arms. Before Regina even had time to fall to the ground under the weight, Pietro was several miles down the road, and back in the Brotherhood House.

OOC: With that, I've got exams for the next several days. Sithie or Cloud, feel free to NPC Pietro, or just IM me if i'm online because I'm rarely too busy to make a quick post. Wish me luck!

Pietro appeared behind the couch, leaning his chin on his hands, his elbows on the back of the couch above Pietro. Somewhere in the two seconds or so it took him to make the run, he'd changed out of his armor, and back into his usual black long-sleeved J-Crew shirt and those cool stain-protecting Dockers that he loved to experiment with. So far, he'd not been able to stain it, even with blood.

"Student Council? You make it sound like a democracy Nokoness," Pietro said, with lights in his eyes. It was as if he'd forgotten the fight he'd just been in entirely. "No, I'm going for President, and then I plan to instill myself as President for life... or at least as long as I'm still going to that hell-hole. I've even thought of a few slogans. How does this sound?

'PIETRO MAXIMOFF... anything else is an intolerable exercise in inferiority!'"

There was a pause for a few moments. "What, too wordy?" Pietro asked.

"Hmm... would I be detecting some manner of competition in those cute little eyes of yours?" Pietro asked, half to be charming, half because he was sure it would piss John off if he was in earshot.

"I suppose we could team up. Create a campaign the likes of which this school will never forget! I'll provide the looks and the charm, you provide more looks and the woman behind the man, as well as some catty anti-Jean attacks! It's perfect! I'm glad I thought of it!"

With that, Pietro sped off into the kitchen, looking for some grub.