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Connections (or, No Mutant is an Island, besides the mutant island Krakoa) - Post 6

Feb 09, 2006 09:01

(I apologize if your story line wasn’t mentioned this time, this post was getting a little long. I promise it’ll be mentioned next time! -Dean)

The White Queen hung up the phone. “He’s going to the New York camp.”
“He’s what?” Raucous had to keep his incredulity down, lest the entire mansion come down. “But he’ll be obliterated! What can Forge do ( Read more... )

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kivaari February 10 2006, 00:03:23 UTC

Krakatoa?

ptmusic2586 February 10 2006, 03:09:41 UTC

based on it, but large and green and people-eating :)

Zoe is asleep hamalkah February 11 2006, 04:46:27 UTC

Her eyes were so blurred by three days of salt water that she didn't recognise the figure in the boat until the hand was in front of her face, extended to help her in. She saw the square knuckles, the burns on the wrists, the characteristic callous on the inside of the first finger of the right hand, swallowed, and took it ( ... )

Click, escape part one anonymous February 11 2006, 17:39:25 UTC

All things come to those who wait. I have an open collar, stolen two nights ago by Nightcrawler, who nicked it while the rest of the prisoners were outside and the guards were carrying the pile of unused collars back from the grinder. And the beautiful thing is, while they shut off my abilities, they can't shut off my head ( ... )

Re: Click, escape part one anonymous February 11 2006, 23:19:54 UTC

I finally reached New York without too much trouble. I actually had to jump ship about 15 miles out of the city to avoid checkpoints. Security was a lot tighter than I had originally assumed.

Keeping low and out of sight wasn’t that hard, but mutant were hiding out a lot better than they were in California. I eventually found a small group of mutants holed up in a run down building in a seedy end of town.

Great, an orphanage. Why do people always hide out in these places, it’s never a nice hotel or anything is it…Of course they couldn’t tell me anything, but they seemed to be hiding something. It was like Magneto didn’t want to be found at all. Wouldn’t he want more mutants helping his cause? But then again, there was a lot of heat from humans on, maybe he was just waiting for a more opportune moment ( ... )

The world is in shambles kaiafae February 14 2006, 03:47:34 UTC

It was like a dream. My adrenaline was on fire. My eyes were glowing brighter than a fish tank. I could sense everyone with my entire being. No one could hide and run without me knowing exactly where they were, where they were going, and where they had been, and how they felt about it. I felt like my soul was on fire. As I drove the cab towards the mutants, I already knew I would never reach them before the helicopter came down. I pulled over onto the curb and watched. One of them, an older man with a very distinctive haircut had some mighty plans of his own. Though the most curious thing was his emotions. They contradicted his thoughts. This is not really possible. A person's emotions directly correlate with what they are truly thinking, hence why I am a walking lie detector. His thoughts were on the helicopter and its destination, but his feelings were of longing, pain, and anger. It was like there were two minds trapped in his body, one smothered by the other. But emotions are always true, the mind can be deceiving. I knew ( ... )