another solo log
WHO: Magneto
WHAT: Magneto is still looking for info
WHERE: Manhattan - The Baxter Building
WHEN: After his fruitless search and when capekillers are still not at their full capacity
WARNINGS: Intimidation tactics
SUMMARY: Magneto attacks another building
The government facility had nothing of use. It had been a great disappointment. But Magneto knew the value of patience. In certain circumstances. Now didn't call for it.
His expression was cool and determined as he made his way to the next building on his mental list. Another potential source of information. This next night found him in front of the Baxter Building. He held himself back from shaking the very foundations of the building by removing its structural support. He wasn't sure yet if it was the only way back to his own world. And he didn't know if it would cause another incident of power loss--a day that had given him a bitter taste of defeat and maybe fear--if he actually did anything to the machine that had transported him here. But the machine for the chip. Well, there was room for negotiation. Especially if who he found inside would be of use.
He strode inside. Mostly civilian, not many guards and Magneto helped himself to their communication devices, crushing them right in the pockets and carriers the guards held them in. No one actually bothered to question him aside from the receptionist who assumed he needed more of the clothes they provided.
"Sir," she called out as he passed, "you'll find more of your supplies on the 12th floor," she provided with a slight look of pity.
Stupid woman.
Magneto stepped into the elevator, making sure he was in it alone and that the doors had closed before using his power to take off a part of the top and have it lift him faster up the elevator shaft to the floor with the dimension device. With a smooth opening of the doors, Magneto stepped onto the floor and looked at the astonished scientists standing in the room.
"You're not allowed in here," one started. With a cool look, Magneto had him pinned to the a metal table with a metal bar that came off the ceiling. Amidst the startled shrieks, "I am looking for information on the capekillers," he announced. As he made his statement, a number of various scalpels and scissors suddenly flew towards the pinned man and hovered above him. The room was suddenly quiet.
"I would also appreciate any information on a Dr. Harris or any other persons involved with the people who arrive through that device," he continued gesturing toward the dimension device. Silence greeted him until he sent a scalpel through the man's leg. His scream of pain widened everyone's eyes with fear.
"Who can give me answers?" Magneto asked again. "I am the only way out of this. And I want my answers."
"Please, please," the man started saying, groaning. "We don't know!" another scientist cried. "They don't tell us anything, we're here to make sure we decontaminate you, tag you, give you--" another scientist started and then found herself screaming as she was pinned by what was once a metal medical cart.
"Tag us?" Magneto asked. The woman started blubbering as the rest of the scientists huddled in fear. "These chips are an abomination."
"Please," she cried. "I don't make these decisions. We know very little. I don't want to die. Please. We're doing our jobs."
Magneto was disgusted. A room full of scientists who didn't ask questions. They weren't scientists. They were glorified prison watchmen. Pathetic humans. "Where are your supplies?"
WHAT: Magneto is still looking for info
WHERE: Manhattan - The Baxter Building
WHEN: After his fruitless search and when capekillers are still not at their full capacity
WARNINGS: Intimidation tactics
SUMMARY: Magneto attacks another building
The government facility had nothing of use. It had been a great disappointment. But Magneto knew the value of patience. In certain circumstances. Now didn't call for it.
His expression was cool and determined as he made his way to the next building on his mental list. Another potential source of information. This next night found him in front of the Baxter Building. He held himself back from shaking the very foundations of the building by removing its structural support. He wasn't sure yet if it was the only way back to his own world. And he didn't know if it would cause another incident of power loss--a day that had given him a bitter taste of defeat and maybe fear--if he actually did anything to the machine that had transported him here. But the machine for the chip. Well, there was room for negotiation. Especially if who he found inside would be of use.
He strode inside. Mostly civilian, not many guards and Magneto helped himself to their communication devices, crushing them right in the pockets and carriers the guards held them in. No one actually bothered to question him aside from the receptionist who assumed he needed more of the clothes they provided.
"Sir," she called out as he passed, "you'll find more of your supplies on the 12th floor," she provided with a slight look of pity.
Stupid woman.
Magneto stepped into the elevator, making sure he was in it alone and that the doors had closed before using his power to take off a part of the top and have it lift him faster up the elevator shaft to the floor with the dimension device. With a smooth opening of the doors, Magneto stepped onto the floor and looked at the astonished scientists standing in the room.
"You're not allowed in here," one started. With a cool look, Magneto had him pinned to the a metal table with a metal bar that came off the ceiling. Amidst the startled shrieks, "I am looking for information on the capekillers," he announced. As he made his statement, a number of various scalpels and scissors suddenly flew towards the pinned man and hovered above him. The room was suddenly quiet.
"I would also appreciate any information on a Dr. Harris or any other persons involved with the people who arrive through that device," he continued gesturing toward the dimension device. Silence greeted him until he sent a scalpel through the man's leg. His scream of pain widened everyone's eyes with fear.
"Who can give me answers?" Magneto asked again. "I am the only way out of this. And I want my answers."
"Please, please," the man started saying, groaning. "We don't know!" another scientist cried. "They don't tell us anything, we're here to make sure we decontaminate you, tag you, give you--" another scientist started and then found herself screaming as she was pinned by what was once a metal medical cart.
"Tag us?" Magneto asked. The woman started blubbering as the rest of the scientists huddled in fear. "These chips are an abomination."
"Please," she cried. "I don't make these decisions. We know very little. I don't want to die. Please. We're doing our jobs."
Magneto was disgusted. A room full of scientists who didn't ask questions. They weren't scientists. They were glorified prison watchmen. Pathetic humans. "Where are your supplies?"