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 Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 8:04 pm
Sith Lord Darth Moren Introduction Being a teenager is hard enough. But being a teenager, AND a mutant? That's what most of the students of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters have to deal with everyday. For some, however, it's better than what they had before they got here. In a world where mutants are treated with suspicion at best, and open hostility at worst, they have to stick together. One of the things that Xavier's teaches, however, is that if mutants are ever to overcome the prevailing stereotypes, they must learn to treat all of humanity equally, both mutant and non-mutant alike. However, not all young mutants share this view. They usually end up joining the Brotherhood, a group of mutants who believe that they are above humans, and should not have to bow down before anyone. Some people label them as evil. Some label them as misunderstood. Some don't really care. So, what's it going to be? Will you join Xavier's, and try to make the world a better place? Or will you hook up with the Brotherhood, and do whatever the hell you want? In the end, whose side are you on?
Now, don't worry about any running plot threads. They're still intact. They're just being carried over into a fresh new thread. Being this one.
Anyways, on to the plot recap.
When last we left everyone, Morgan and Victoria had a rather heated disagreement over the fate of Morgan's symbiont. The confrontation ended in violence, and had Morgan leaving to sort through his thoughts.
Waiting for such a moment of vulnerability, Mystique was busy gathering the Brotherhood for an attempt to convert him to their side, in order to recruit him for some "mission" that Mystique was planning. What this plan is remains to be seen, but it requires the skills of both X-23, another recent addition to the Brotherhood, and Morgan.
Meanwhile, several new recruits have shown up at the mansion, and as usual, had gathered in the kitchen.
What will the future hold in store for our heroes (and villains)? Find out, in the next exciting season of X-Men Evolution: Re-Wind!
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:31 pm
((OOC: We are now open! SEE HERE FIRST PLEASE!.)) As luck would have it, it was yet another dreary, January day in the city known as Bayville. The weather was cold, as expected for this time of year and location, but with particularly bitter, wet gusts of wind from off the bay tossed in. They were almost Mother Nature's way of reminding all of Bayville's that summer was a long way away and there was nothing any of them could do about it. Well, sort of. Because of the fact school would not be in session for a few more weeks now, the X-Mansion's very own Storm had been under some pressure from the school-aged inhabitants to warm up the weather 'just a little bit'. Storm, of course, would not give in to any of this. No matter how bored, stir-crazy or cold they claimed to be, in the most diplomatic way possible, she told them all to stop with their whining and to tough it out like everyone else.
The winter holidays had passed without any consequence which was was a double edged sword for most of the X-Mansion's resident teens, namely everyone's favorite, Victoria. Though she had the option to return home to stay with her family for the duration of the break, she decided against it, for obvious reasons, which meant she was stuck in boring old Bayville for the winter. Some of her fellow high-schoolers when home as well, but the majority seemed to stick around. Unfortunately for Victoria, Kitty Pryde was one of them.
Although she stayed with her family for part of the holiday, when Kitty came back, it just so happened Victoria was the only other girl around to hang with. Victoria did not mind it at first, but after about a day or two, Kitty when from being a casual friend to being downright clingy. Currently, Victoria was sneaking down the main staircase toward the living room, a small frown spread on her face. Though she was absolutely silent, thanks to her mutant ability, Kitty had proven to be damn good at hovering down through a wall and spotting her, thanks to her mutant gift. Victoria's goal for the moment was to claim the cable remote before Kitty could rope her into watching High School Musical for the millionth time.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 11:16 am
Rogue smiled at the sight of the approaching mansion. She'd been gone for the last couple of weeks visiting her aunt. She was originally planning to stay at the mansion with all of her friends, but a few days into break, she'd received a letter from her aunt inviting her over for the holidays. She'd reluctantly agreed to go visit, and oddly enough, despite dreading the trip 'home', Rogue had to admit that she'd had a good time. However, she was more than glad to be back.
She drove the car she'd borrowed around back and parked it in the garage. She unlatched her seatbelt, grabbed her bag and got out of the car. She paused just long enough to put the keys back on their hook and walked in the back door.
"I'm home!!" she yelled to no one in particular.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 1:05 pm
Becca hoisted the tan knapsack higher on her shoulder as she made her way along the road, stomping her feet to knock off the snow that still clung to her tennis shoes. Slowly, the mansion came into view. Becca paused, brushing her bangs from her eyes, marveling at the site. When she had heard mansion, she expected the manor to be large but this exceeded that. Her gaze moved from the large stone building to the fountain before it and the winding road that cut through the land, a dark ribbon amidst white snow.
"You could land a plane in the front lawn," she said to herself, moving forward again.
As she neared the mansion, one thing became evident; she would not be able to waltz to the front door. The closer she approached, the clearer it came that she could not even scale the wall.
"Now what am I supposed to do?" she murmured to herself, approaching the gate. She looked past it then to an intercom at the side. She jabbed her finger against the button.
"Um, hi, I need to speak to-" she said, realizing to her horror, she did not have a name.
'Someone there can help you', she thought, recalling the words she was told. Someone. But who?
"I need to speak to someone," she said, wincing at how stupid the sentence sounded.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 3:44 pm
Several months earlier...
Dammit, I don't understand any of this... Why did I do that? Dammit, dammit, dammit!! Morgan thought to himself as he sat on the parkbench, trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn't remember every being as angry as he was earlier. It was something he couldn't control, and it scared him, how easily he'd lashed out like that. So for now, he simply sat there, his head in his hands, someone who was scared and confused about what was happening to him.
That was when he felt the hand on his shoulder. Someone had sat down next to him, and was looking at him with a look of concern on her face. "Are you okay?" the woman asked. "I'm fine, I'm just a little upset right now," he said, trying not to be rude, but hoping to get the message across that he didn't want to talk to strangers.
"Morgan, don't lie to me," the woman said.
"I said, I'm- Wait, what did you call me?" he asked, a note of suspicion in his voice. He was sure that this woman had just addressed him by name.
"That is your name, isn't it?" she replied, a sly smile spread across her face. And subtle enough that you wouldn't notice it if you weren't looking for it, her features seemed to shimmer slightly, and a ripple of blue went through her face, turning red at the roots of her hair.
"You! I don't want anything to do with you," Morgan spat, realizing who it was he was talking to. Mystique, leader of the group that called themselves The Brotherhood, and sneaky, conniving, shapeshifter extraordinaire.
"My my. A bit hostile, aren't we? I've shown no intention of harming you, have I? Right now, my wish is to help," she explained.
Morgan normally knew better than to trust this snake of a woman, but something in her tone rang of sincerity. He was willing to listen a bit more, and see what she had to say.
"What do you mean, "help"?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"Morgan, I know a lot about you. I know about the symbiont, I know that you're not ready to give it up, and I know that you don't really fit in at the mansion," she explained.
"You're wrong. I'm happy there. I trust them," he retorted.
"Really, now? If that's the case, why are you still wearing that symbiont, even after they urged you to remove it?" Mystique replied, cocking an eyebrow.
Morgan opened his mouth to say something, but could find nothing to say. Mystique had a point. If he trusted them so much, why hadn't he simply done what they'd asked, and removed the symbiont?
"Seems I've struck a chord," she said. "Don't try to fool me, or yourself. You've got a side that scares you, and that side came out earlier. You're afraid that it's going to come out again, and you're going to do something you'll regret," she continued.
"I- You're right..." he said, his gaze falling along with the volume of his voice.
"See? You've only been lying to yourself. I'm offering you a place that's a bit less... strict about certain things," she said. "But there is no pressure to accept my offer. Just think it over. You know where to find us," Mystique said, patting him on the shoulder once more, before getting to her feet and walking away, leaving Morgan there to consider the offer.
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It had now been several months that day, and Morgan had settled in nicely with his new "family". He didn't have all the luxuries that the mansion afforded, but it felt more like being at an actual home rather than a boarding school. There were no dorms, no scheduled classes, and very little in terms of a structured anything to contend with.
Morgan's room was adorned with the possessions that he'd taken with him from the mansion, and his wardrobe was now considerably smaller, thanks to the symbiont's "shapeshifting" ability. He had discovered several other small tricks with the creature, but had also discovered a few weaknesses as well. The sound from the smoke alarm had driven him to his knees, and cooking had become a bit more difficult for him, as the heat from the oven made him dizzy. However, he'd grown accustomed to it, and found ways around these weaknesses.
He got along well enough with the inhabitants of the house, though he tended to butt heads with Lance a good deal, as the two of them had very differing views about things.
On this particular day, however, Morgan had thankfully managed to avoid Lance before the scruffy teen could start another argument. Right now, Morgan was standing in the kitchen, and fixing himself some lunch, and was a bit curious as to where the rest of the inhabitants had wandered off to.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 6:44 pm
"Old red eyes is back" Conner sang loudly, and badly, in the X-jet hanger as he worked. In the few months he had been at the institute he had moved up from fixing the motor vehicles of the mansion and had moved up to working on the more exotic transport that the mansion had to offer.
Right now he had his head buried in the roof of the Velocity attempting to fix a few electrical shorts that had occurred on the last use of the VTOL, problem was he couldn't find the fault and had been crawling through all the sub-sections of the craft with all his equipment testing every electrical system. I suppose i should look on the bright side. he thought to himself I'm giving my powers a good workout while I do this Con had long gave up moving the ladder every few minutes and had just used his gravity shifting abilities to lay on the roof and sides of the cabin and engine bay.
He pulled himself out of the open roof section and replaced the panel with a frown, he hadn't found any shorts in any of the systems so far, leaving the cockpit controls to take apart and Conner didn't want to do that on an empty stomach. He wiped the grime from his hands with a rag that he kept stuffed in his overalls and took the elevator up to the institutes living levels and headed towards the kitchen. As he passed by, an intercom buzzed into life.
"Um, hi, I need to speak to...I need to speak to someone." The voice sounded young. He thumbed call button.
"I suppose I'm someone, how can I help?" He asked.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 9:20 pm
Someone. No name. Nothing to go off of.
Becca jabbed the button again, mind buzzing loudly drowning out any thought.
“I need someone,” she said, wincing again. It was far too early in this conversation to be repeating herself.
She clenched her fist, gathering her thoughts then jabbed the intercom button again.
“I have no place else to go,” she said finally. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My parents think-” She paused. “I was told I could I could find help here. I don’t know what else to do.”
She released the button, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, closing her eyes wondering if she could sound anymore desperate, pathetic.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2008 11:28 pm
Looks like the institute's getting a new member Conner thought to himself.
"Okay hen I'll buzz you in and meet you at th front door." He tapped the button next to the call button that unlocked the front gate and made his way to the lobby to wait. The institute had been down a mutant since Morgan had left, Conner hadn't really been affected by the news as he had barely gotten to know the guy and he hadn't really made an effort to find out how everyone else was faring, he had been busy getting the money together to put into extended education.
He passed the main stairs and opened the front doors of the institute and sat down on the stone stairs that led down to the driveway to wait. As an afterthought he he sent the professor a thought. Just to let you know prof we have a new arrival He projected and settled down to wait.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 5:19 am
Becca blinked, surprised to have gained entry without some sort of arduous test. What am I doing? she wondered. She glanced down the road, considering her options. Can’t return to my family, she thought. Don’t want to stay homeless.
Uneasiness settled in as Becca made her way up the long drive. There was no precedence for this and the unknowing was unsettling. As she approached, a figure came into view, perched on the stone steps leading into the mansion.
“He must be the one I spoke to,” she said to herself, quickly biting her tongue hoping he would not see her speaking to herself. Nearly a year of having few to talk to resulted in some poor habits.
Becca smiled nervously, hoisting her bag higher onto her shoulder. “Hello.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:08 am
"It snowed!!!!" Called Sarah who was probably the only person here actually enjoying the weather. Probably since the most snow she had ever seen was a small dusting on the ground that ground Dallas Tx to a screeching hault. She flew out of her room grabbing her stuff to go out and raced down the hall. Flying down stairs the girl almost plowed down Victoria in the process. "Oh hey!" She said skidding to a hault. "I'm going outside....wanna come?" She asked almost bouncing with anticipation her scarf on and her jacket only half on as she rerached over to pull the other half of it on. Gloves...where were her gloves? She felt around. "So wanna go?" She asked Victoria as she produced her warm gloves.
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His question was answered when a fuzzy headed Liz trudged into the kitchen. Liz was not taking winter really well. She developed a cold last week and was still shrugging it off. At the moment she blew her nose, which was red from irritation, every few minutes and had this annoying cough. "Afternoon." She said groggilly with a sniff only having just gotten up from a nap.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 3:25 pm
Rogue hadn't exactly expected anyone to reply, but wondered fleetingly if the mansion was empty at the moment, or if she just hadn't been heard. Shrugging to herself she made her way to her room and put down her bags. It felt good to be back.
After dropping off her stuff, she wandered back downstairs where she found Victoria and Sarah. Sara was all bundled up as if she was about to go outside in the snow, and from the looks of things was asking Victoria if she wanted to come along. "Hey y'all. What's goin' on?" she asked as she approached.
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Laura was currently approaching the front door, finishing up her late morning run. She was sweating slightly despite the snowy weather and lightweight exercise outfit she was wearing, but the sweat and the air temperature didn't bother her in the least.
She'd been up since about six that morning, and had gone through her daily routine of three hour sparring practice, breakfast, and then she'd been off running for the last hour and a half. Now that she was back at the house, she'd grab a bite of lunch from the kitchen, and hit the showers. Compared to what she used to do for S.H.I.E.L.D., this sort of exercise routine was a cakewalk.
Speaking of her captors, it had been several months since her little escapade at the Mansion, and she still hadn't been found. Surprisingly enough, Mystique had been true to her word about the whole safety issue. Not that 23 let her guard down by any means, but she was beginning to feel as safe as a wanted assassin could. She would still wake up in a cold sweat from nightmares about getting caught, and it would take her a few minutes to realize where she was, but they were becoming relatively fewer.
Laura made it to the door and pushed it open. She entered the house and walked towards the kitchen, to find she wasn't the only one up and moving. Morgan was making lunch and it looked like Lizz had just gotten up. "Hey," she said in greeting to her two house-mates, as she entered the kitchen. She rummaged in the cupboard for a second, and retrieved a glass so she could get a drink.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 3:52 pm
Victoria was just three steps away from the bottom and that much closer to her goal when she heard the proceedings on someone barreling down the staircase. Tensing up for an instant and fearing it might be Kitty, she turned, rather stiffly and was relieved to see that it was just Sarah. Pressing a finger to her own lips, she waited a moment until Sarah was within arm reach before answering. Apparently, it was now snowing outside and the newer of the two recruits seemed to be dying to go outside and frolic in it. Chuckling silently to herself at how much out of proportion she was blowing this whole thing, Victoria nodded as her answer.
"Yeah. I'll meet you outside in a sec," she whispered and started silently up the staircase again. "Just let me grab my coat."
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 5:25 pm
Conner watched the apprehensive young girl walk up the drive and waited for her to get within speaking distance. He stood up and walked down the stairs towards her, the snow free gravel, it should be; he'd spent the early part of the morning salting it.
"Morning hen, I'm Conner." He answered her greeting and held out his hand to shake hers. "And you would be?" He added.
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