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Post by Michael Kenyon on Sept 30, 2009 12:36:55 GMT -5
Xavier's school automatically popped into his head. "I'm not going to Xavier's" He said in a stern tone. Going there would just cause way to much drama and problems.
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Post by Everyone Else on Sept 30, 2009 18:36:48 GMT -5
::The man looked at him with a momentary expression of bewilderment, before he remembered that there were rumors of a school somewhere in the state. He shook his head,:: "I'm not talking about a school. I'm talking about someone who can take you under his wing and teach you to control blood lust and power. One on one."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Sept 30, 2009 19:47:04 GMT -5
Now Michael was curious. He didn't know anyone else that helped mutants in New York, though he'd only learned about Xavier's by hunting down Kylie. "Who?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Sept 30, 2009 20:06:27 GMT -5
"His name is Frank; I know him from the service," ::The man told him. He should be able to set Michael straight; he had done it before.::
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Oct 4, 2009 20:27:59 GMT -5
Michael gave a questioning look. "Frank?" His mind was doing that racing thinking thing and he shook his head slightly trying not to let the man see it. A word the mutant had said caught Michael's attention as his mind reviewed his words. "You were in the service?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Oct 5, 2009 8:22:57 GMT -5
"I was..." ::The man told him. He did not find it in the slightest bit peculiar, as many people had been in the service at one stage of life or another.:: "I wasn't wearing fatigues for fun yesterday."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Oct 5, 2009 14:20:40 GMT -5
"To be honest I hadn't noticed" Michael said rubbing the back of his neck. He had so much on his mind little details such as attire or anything like that went unnoticed by him. He was surprised that the mutant had been in the military or was in the military but let it go.
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Post by Everyone Else on Oct 5, 2009 14:42:15 GMT -5
"Regardless," ::The man said, which was his way of closing the subject of his service time and returning to the topic at hand.:: "I'll give you Frank's number."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Oct 5, 2009 17:00:01 GMT -5
"And Frank's going to be able to help me?" For some reason part of his mind kept telling him he didn't need help, while the other wanted help. Wanted to learn control. It was rather confusing in his head at the moment.
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Post by Everyone Else on Oct 6, 2009 18:27:56 GMT -5
::The man could not guarantee that, but it was a starting point.:: "Frank has a better chance than I do, so I'd trust him. He knows people; he knows what he's talking about."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Oct 9, 2009 19:26:58 GMT -5
Michael nodded his head at him. "Alright," If this Frank guy couldn't help him then he'd just be on his own again which was fine with him. Yes, he wanted control, wanted guidance in a way but he wasn't about to cry about it or break down.
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Post by Everyone Else on Oct 10, 2009 10:57:47 GMT -5
::The man nodded; it was decided. He had confidence that Frank would be able to help the young man, either directly or by pointing him in the right direction. He said,:: "I'll call him later today."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Oct 13, 2009 21:57:48 GMT -5
Michael stood from the chair starting to find it restless to sit. He crossed his arms as he walked away from the table. "Not that I want to cause more problems for myself, but why are you helping me?"
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Post by Everyone Else on Oct 14, 2009 17:38:12 GMT -5
::The man stopped his pacing, stood in a "parade rest" stance with his arms behind his back. To answer the question, he shrugged slightly,:: "You were being attacked for being a mutant, and I *don't* let that happen if I can help it. And besides, I could have used someone to help me when I was your age."
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Post by Michael Kenyon on Oct 20, 2009 19:14:27 GMT -5
Michael let out a sigh. "Thanks...for helping me" He knew that when he'd been human he'd most likely would have just walked by a mutant getting harassed. This was really bringing the whole seeing how the other side lived to a new level.
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