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Post by Everyone Else on May 19, 2011 13:50:32 GMT -5
Sergeant Stansfield looked confused. "New York City," he replied. "We're the Manhattan squad." Then he looked at the mutant who'd just reappeared in his field of vision. "What do you mean, when?" he asked.
Without waiting for the response, Private Richards spoke up, "June 12, 2012," he said. "Just past noon."
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Post by Shade on May 19, 2011 13:51:31 GMT -5
Shade felt another shift in her emotions, her calm retreating once more, as if some sort of a blanket had been lifted off her, giving place to the former slight anxiety, fear and uncertainty. Seeing Alex appear as he let go of her hand, she let her powers slip as well, a moment before Michael´s powers ceased their influence on her, appearing next to the other mutant, watching the scene sceptically.
Hearing what the man said, Shade could feel her fingers tingle in a sudden rush of anxiety. A good two years...that was all she could think of. This was a good two years from...now?
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Post by gravity on May 20, 2011 8:50:03 GMT -5
Violet looked around, her eyes wide with wonder and sadness. Her restless anger had also reappeared. "What happened here?" She asked.
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Post by Havok on May 20, 2011 11:11:23 GMT -5
Unless the man lied, which, as Alex assumed, was unlikely since the man was under the control of the younger mutant, the time gap was impressive... and explained a lot.
Except for one bit: how the hell had they gotten here?
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Post by Smiler on May 20, 2011 12:17:50 GMT -5
The third person, invisible, Michael was not surprised to see, was Shade. In a costume as well. So they had all arrived here from the Hellfire Club party. Michael simply took the information in. It fitted his impressions from the last half an hour, but what to do with all of this, he didn't know. Though at the moment, it seemed, he had something important to do, after all.
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Post by Everyone Else on May 20, 2011 12:42:33 GMT -5
"The war," Stansfield replied, looking surprised. "Don't you know? Humans against mutants against the AI. You people seriously only made it worse; now we all have to hide." Away from this spot, but only a block away from where Morph was making his way along the street, a large shape of an aircraft passed over the sky, it's engines roaring softly. It scouted the cityscape. The group of people and mutants talking in the middle of the street wouldn't hear or see it yet, but that would be only a matter of a minute.
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Post by Shade on May 20, 2011 14:22:49 GMT -5
Shade stepped a bit closer, partly driven by curiosity, partly to have a closer look. She was still sceptical, but whatever was going on, she could tell that apparently the blonde mutant had the men under control, however he did it. She was sill cautious, her eyes travelling from one soldier to the other and then to Smiler who she didn´t recognize. She was ready to vanish and run if anything funny happened. She probably looked somewhat bizarre, still wearing her Wonder Woman outfit. Or maybe it looked so clichée in this scene it was strangely fitting.
What the man said made no sense. Or maybe...it did. Gambit had told her about something that sounded similar. "What kind of A.I?" she asked.. She wanted to add the question of whether it was what had been mentioned in the prophecy but something advised her against it.
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Post by gravity on May 20, 2011 17:06:01 GMT -5
Violet had never really believed in time travel, though she'd heard of mutants that could jump the span of a few minutes. The idea that they'd traveled the distance to two years and ended up on the other side of the war promised in the prophecy added to Violet's fear exponentially. She glanced around, looking for more danger. She knew their time with the temporarily friendly military men would be short lived. Without waiting for an answer to Shade's question, she blurted out, "Where is the safest place for us to hide? You must know the weakness in your own system. Tell it to us now." her voice was stern and loud, with the qualities of a leader. The only time she'd ever used the voice was in the classroom, but she hoped it worked as well on these men as it did on her students.
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Post by Everyone Else on May 20, 2011 17:48:27 GMT -5
"Underground," the man replied. "There is no other way. If you want to find your kind, mutants are scattered but their strongest camp is in the Tunnels. I think they used to be called, er, Warlock Tunnels?" he wasn't sure and he looked like a kid who forgot his homework. "Again, I'm not entirely sure, but it's Murray Hill here and the Tunnels are somewhere uptown."
The other man shifted on his feet. "Maybe we should go back already?" he said hesitantly. "We've been outside long enough."
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Post by Havok on May 20, 2011 17:50:21 GMT -5
"Morlock Tunnels," Alex corrected him with a frown. "Are you telling the truth?" he asked and glanced at the younger mutant whose name he still didn't know. "Is he?"
If the locations given by the man were correct, they'd spend a long time looking for safety among mutants. This didn't look good, but what other choice they had?
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Post by Morph on May 20, 2011 17:53:50 GMT -5
Morph heard the low roar of engines to the side and above. He looked that way and saw a large shadow pass between the buildings on the parallel street. This was the first sign of life he'd ever noticed since finding himself in this weird place! Not hesitating, he morphed into a huge bird, able to maneuver and develop high speed (high enough for an avian creature), and followed the aircraft, hoping it would get him someplace else - safe or not, he didn't care, something else would be good already.
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Post by Smiler on May 20, 2011 18:00:00 GMT -5
"He is, I guarantee it," Michael confirmed with a nod. "At least as far as his own knowledge goes."
It was starting to get cold for him; they said it was June, but with the cold rain and the nasty wind going through the street, the magic word 'summer' just didn't work that well.
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Post by Shade on May 21, 2011 1:48:25 GMT -5
If Shade had ever heard of the Morlock tunnels before, be it with the brotherhood or later during the mess with Wideawake, she had forgotten about it and the location meant nothing to her any more. What she heard was not making things better, quite the contrary. She had by now more or less excluded the possibility that this was another flahs of amnesia, because she was right now very aware of her costume that did not offer much protection at all against the wind and the rain and she crossed her arms, hugging herself in an attempt to keep herself a bit warmer.
What had happened then? Time travel? A different reality? None of that sounded all too nice and none of that made her feel comfortable and immediately her worry was back. Where were the others? Were they hiding? They had to be somewhere, right? Her heart was beating faster again, fear threatening to take over. If Gambit was anywhere here, she had to find out. "Do you know of any other mutants?" she asked the soldier, encouraged by Smiler´s conformation. "Mutants in hiding or mutants you caught?"
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Post by gravity on May 21, 2011 6:50:09 GMT -5
"How do we get there?" Violet asked quickly, not waiting for an answer to Shade's question. She felt they were running out of time and needed to get to those tunnels. They just had to hope that the mutants staying there would be open to some company.
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Post by Everyone Else on May 21, 2011 8:23:12 GMT -5
"Not personally, no," the sergeant replied, as the private also shook his head as a negative, "can't give you any names, I'm only a hunter, I don't go to the labs and the prisons."
At Violet's question, Stansfield rubbed his neck hesitantly. He still was under Smiler's control, but this didn't make him come up with answers easier. "Well, we came here in a vehicle, but unless you have your own or you can teleport, you'll have to hike. But I-"
Suddenly he fell silent, listening. "Tom," he said in a low voice. "Can you hear it?"
"Sounds like a Hawk, Sarge," Private Richards replied, running over to him, "like I said, high time for us to-"
As they both turned to leave, the roar of engines engulfed the hollow street, reverberating in the windowless shells of the buildings around. The aircraft they were referring to as 'a Hawk' turned around the corner and advanced at them, then hovered in one place at the height of three-four floors and at some distance from them, studying the people before it would calculate its actions regarding them.
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