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Saladin
May 30th, 2007, 02:21:52 PM
To the people in the hamlet below the mountain, the Bruderschaft mansion was a mere feature of the alpine surroundings - inscutable, unchangeable, and irrelevant. It had been built over a century ago by some eccentric and wealthy investor as a holiday home up in the mountains. No one seemed to know who he was, how and when he had used it, or who owned it now that he was gone. Those who had seen it said it had been reclaimed by the forest around it.

The house stood in a small, hollow valley, surrounded on all sides by ancient-looking trees. The only approach by land was a winding road in a critical state of disrepair which led to iron gates covered in vines and, beyond, a cut-stone roundabout before the house's grand entrance. The walls were built with gray stone that had aged nearly black, much of it carpeted with moss and creepers, and the large windows were dark, but intact. From all outward appearances, no one had lived in the house for ages.

Outward appearances could be deceiving.

The mansion had become one of several bases of operations for the Brotherhood of Mutants around the United States. It was large enough to comfortably house twenty or so, even before the foundation works had been opened up - a complex of caverns and tunnels that ran deep into the mountain, including exit tunnels that opened onto back roads miles away. The original owner had obviously used them for some covert purpose, but Saladin had gone to great expense to expand and furnish them with a carport, a computerized war room, storage for weapons and other equipment, training facilities, an independent generator, and other niceties for a small but growing army.

The mansion itself was more old than elegant but was not uncomfortable. The fridge and pantry were stocked mostly from the irradiated rations kept in the storehouses below. The large study contained an impressive vintage library and a display of antique swords and other weapons. The living room, which was old enough to once have been called a drawing room, was dominated by a grid of flatscreen TVs which were usually tuned to various news networks when Tron wasn't using them for video games. The numerous bedrooms upstairs offered glorious views of the valley - at least, those whose windows were not blocked by trees. All of the windows had been replaced with one-way, bulletproof glass.

At the moment, Saladin stood leaning over a table that was spread with a large map of Antarctica, making measurements and writing down coordinates. There were many preparations to make for the days ahead.

Void
May 30th, 2007, 05:23:21 PM
Growing up on a farm in backwater nowhere, Void had never imagined that he would call somewhere like the Bruderschaft estate home. He still found it difficult to think of the mansion as such. After all, Saladin had said that they would be moving onto greener pastures once certain plans had come to fruition – but for the time being, at least, the luxurious mansion and the caverns beneath it were the closest thing they had to home.

The mansion was quiet. Though Saladin was engrossed in some scheme, Void lay sprawled on a sofa in the lounge. He yawned, long and loud. The down-time between their 'missions' always left him feeling listless and out of place. His black eyes were flitting idly between the wide screen TV, showing some football game, and the window to the outside world, as he wondered what to do to pass the time...

Spectre
May 30th, 2007, 05:46:08 PM
Spectre signed off on the computer in her room. She had been doing a search, a little side project as it were. Saladin had taken an interest in the story of a young woman in Apple Valley, New York. The particulars of the case had been hushed up relatively quickly, which of course, had only caused more interest in the already peculiar story. She had actually found most of the truth in a tabloid article that told the story of a teenaged monster of a girl who got angry and blew down her school like the Big Bad Wolf. Of course the homosapiens would make the mutant girl look evil..

She needed to report to Saladin and tell him what she had uncovered. She stole a glance at herself in the mirror before heading downstairs, running her fingers through her silver blonde hair. She tossed the lot of it over her shoulder and shut the door to her room, descending to the common area where a few of her brethren were sprawled about. Saladin was all business, leaned over a table working diligently on something. She crossed to him and stood off to the side.

"I have information on the girl.. They have her. She was picked up at the local precinct the same night."

Saladin
May 30th, 2007, 06:42:34 PM
Saladin absorbed Spectre's report stolidly. He had little illusion who they were that she was talking about.

"Blast. I should have expected Ethan would have become better at his game by now. I was hoping we wouldn't have to confront them directly yet."

He set a straightedge on the map and added another penciled line to those already criss-crossing the northern part of Wilkes Land. He was zeroing in on a point within a few hundred miles of the South Pole.

"And yet a class four elemental mutant does not come along every day. Perhaps if we find some other means of recruiting her."

Michael Lawston
May 31st, 2007, 06:55:10 PM
A single road wound it’s way up the slope of the mansion. At least it may have been a road at some point, now it wasn’t much more than a cracked concrete trail infested with weeds.
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Still, the hairpin turns did offer some excitement. Wind flew past Arsenal’s head leaving a trail of unkempt black hair fluttering behind him. The deafening growl of a half rusted Harley-Davidson actually overcame the whistling of the air.
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He careened the bike around corners, kicking up dust and asphalt at every turn, his fellow brothers probably heard the noise before he’d even arrive. Arsenal wasn’t a nature type of guy, sure the scenery was breath taking and the air was damn clean. But he preferred chaos to serenity, he may have at one point, but not like he could remember. Spending you childhood being molded into a killing machine screwed with a person’s memories.
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A grin coated Arsenal’s face as he revved up the Harley for the last stretch. But the memories of wasting his jailors made everything before hand obsolete, the only thing better was to find the rest of them and make them suffer.
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Saladin had a good thing going here, too bad he was a bit on the psychotic side, even in Arsenal’s skewed opinion. There were better things to do than rant and rave about the next generation or what-not. But whatever, as long as he was kept fully stocked. Michael didn’t care much.
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He caught the end of the conversation walking in, something about some new mutant the X-freaks got their hands on or something. He strolled up to the table. With a flick of the wrist and a flash of silver from his fingers, a data disk thumped to the wooden surface.
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“Like hunting humming birds with a shotgun.”
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Arsenal fell into on deep cushioned armchair, slumping back with his hands on the rests like some old lazy king or something. His eyes fell on an ancient Arabic scimitar, the boss man did have good taste in weapons, though.
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“Give the kid a ring, he’s got contacts in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1>New York</st1></st1:state>.”

Tess Abrahams
Jun 10th, 2007, 03:23:19 AM
The conversation had been astoundingly simple.

"Mr. Daniels, my grandmother lives in the city and she's been pestering me to spend time with her. I was wondering if, since I don't have much homework this weekend, if I could stay over with her?"

"I don't see why that would be a problem, Tess. As long as your parents agree."

"Oh they will."

"I'll give them a call and let you know this afternoon, alright?"

Of course they had agreed--it wasn't as if they had any reason to suspect that Tess had in fact been lying through her teeth. It was a kindness that Professor Broussard hadn't been round when she'd talked to the Headmaster. All the same, Tess was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the increasing number of fabrications she was forced to throw around.

At any rate, things had gone smoothly and the teenager had said aloha to her friends and set off, supposedly for a boring weekend filled with stale fruitcake and Golden Girls reruns. Roughly three miles from the Institute, however, Tess met with someone decidedly not of the senior citizen ilk. Tron frowned at her.

"Took you long enough."

Tess glared at him and decided to let the comment pass. The girl was soon crammed into a van with three other males of various age and size (one was incredibly Hulkish and she had to force herself not to stare) heading towards what was consensually referred to as "home."

Tron had been the one to suggest she come and check the mansion out. Just days after their initial meeting (http://www.sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?t=16350) he had emailed her, with a place and time for a rendezvous. Though a little nervous since it meant employing blatent acts of deception and secrecy, Tess reasoned that for the sake of research and diplomacy she had to accept the invitation. And since Institute authority would probably nix the entire idea, Tess was forced into subterfuge. Yay for civil disobedience.

Bruderschaft was not what she had been expecting. Actually, it was sort of a stereotypically evil looking building. Tess imagined that a mad scientist would feel quite at home in the apparently ramshackle house. As the van was parked and the boys piled out noisily, abandoning her to jostle inside, Tess began to wonder if this was the wisest choice. This was the perfect place to get murdered; no one would ever hear her yell.

The surroundings met with the girl's wholehearted approval however, and it was the abundant trees and forrestry which ultimately coaxed her out of the van. She took a deep breath, blissfully savouring the distinctly earthy smell of wild growth. Shouldering her bag, the girl followed Tron's lead and quietly climbed up the stairs, crossed the porch and went inside, shutting the door behind her.

Pleasantly surprised at the much-improved interior, Tess clutched her bag and stood with her back against the door. She could hear voices talking lowly, and the sound of canned laughter from a sit-com drifted in from a room opposite her. Tess cleared her throat and softly called, "Hello?"

Saladin
Jun 11th, 2007, 01:00:58 PM
Saladin heard the old van grind up to the driveway, and his eyes flicked toward the security monitor at the corner of the ceiling to see Tron, Geryon, and Boomer pile out and jaunt toward the front door. Odd - he hadn't been expecing them until the following week. But then the fourth passenger disembarked - a girl he hadn't seen before at the mansion, but certainly one he recognized.

"My dear," he said to Spectre, "it seems we have a guest to entertain."

He waved a hand over the map, and a green tendril rolled it up neatly to hide his work.

Saladin stepped out into the foyer to find Tess very reservedly hanging back by the front door. Tron stood just a few feet away, shucking off his jacket.

When he saw Saladin, he straightened up immediately. "Hey, boss! I brought someone to meet you..."

Saladin's eyes were already on Tess, and he watched her intently, inscrutably. "Of course. We've met before, but we didn't have the pleasure of exchanging names." He smiled warmly and extended his hand. "My name is Saladin. Welcome."

Spectre
Jun 11th, 2007, 04:32:06 PM
Spectre nodded at Saladin's words, they had been expecting the young woman, although not at the moment. She followed at his side into the foyer. Tess arrived with the 'boys and was peering around the inside of the estate like she expected it to come crumbling down on her head. Tess collected herself as she was introduced, once more, to their leader Saladin.

"Looks can be deceiving.." Spectre smiled and gestured around them, indicating their surroundings. "We are quite well off, as you can see. Welcome, I am Spectre."

Spectre was a vision in white, as she preferred. From her white canvas pants, to her soft off-the-shoulder white shirt. Her nearly silver hair and her boots, also pale, making her bright green eyes the only sparkle of color surrounding her..

"We are so pleased to have you visit.. "

Tess Abrahams
Jun 11th, 2007, 05:01:26 PM
With the sort of shyness one afforded celebrities, Tess took Saladin's offered hand with her own. She didn't so much shake as was shooken, before she extended it to the woman in white, an extremely beautiful figure; Tess reminded herself not to stare.

"My name is Tess." The girl replied. Beside her Tron scoffed.

"Cirque, boss."

Tess shot him a withering glare and, strongly this time, said, "It's Tess."

Saladin and Spectre were studying her, and at once the mutant teen felt sympathy for the creatures in the science lab. Coltishly scuffing her sneakers on the floor, the girl offered the only thing she could think of that didn't sound completely retarded. "Thanks for inviting me here. I've been pretty... curious."

Saladin
Jun 11th, 2007, 07:48:06 PM
"Of course," Saladin replied, "and we're eager to answer any questions you might have. Please, come in, Tess."

He led the way toward the back of the house where there was a comfortable sitting room with a large bay window overlooking a breathless crevasse with trees bowing over the drop-off from either side. Beyond the gorge was a panorama of stony hills blanketed in old-growth forest.

Saladin took his seat in a large armchair. "I really do regret that our first meeting was so rudely cut short. It was never my intention to endanger anyone - only to help people to see the truth."

Void
Jun 11th, 2007, 07:48:09 PM
The space just a little behind Spectre's seat seemed to grow darker for a moment. Where moments ago there had been nothing, suddenly there was a faint outline of a man as Void faded into view. Many of the Brotherhood mutants stood gawking at the fresh meat; he shook his head. For the time being, Void said nothing. Saladin and Spectre were doing their benevolent hosts bit, and he didn't want to interrupt.

Tess Abrahams
Jun 11th, 2007, 09:58:32 PM
The view was fantastic. The thickly covered driveway did no justive whatsoever to the surrounding land. At the Institute, practicality deemed that the grounds be kept tidy. While the sloping green lawn and manicured woods held their own kind of beauty, it was nothing compared to the untamed wildwood here. Tess gawked at the window, speechless, and wasn't aware that she was being spoken to until Saladin came to the end of his words.

"Oh, well, that's sort of what I was wondering about." Tess tore her gaze away and took a nearby seat. She crossed one leg over the other, one foot bouncing repeatedly. "I tried looking through the library at my school and I couldn't really find anything about genetic cataloguing. So I went online... and other than extremist clubs--which, you know, I was expecting to find--there wasn't any real proof about what you say.

"Not that I think you're lying." Tess's eyes widened and she shook her head frantically. "But I mean, I even asked my dad to look into legal stuff and he came up empty."

Michael Lawston
Jun 11th, 2007, 11:22:21 PM
“Heheheh, you think you can just find this kind of thin in the open?” Arsenal had pulled himself from the chair in the planning room. He leaned against the doorframe holding a katana in one hand and a sharpening stone in the other.
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A shrill singing echoed as he slid the rock against the blade. The new blood were always annoying, almost to the point where Michael thought innocence might actually exist.
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“The world isn’t a book you can just open and read.” He slid the stone across the sword again. Tron stood off in a corner with a nervous face, Arsenal rarely ever talked that much, and even less when in came to big picture stuff.
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“It’s not that to bury a needle in a haystack.”

Spectre
Jun 12th, 2007, 07:48:46 AM
"Tess, you are an intelligent young woman, by all accounts. We have no desire to twist your way of thinking to our own, that is not our purpose.."

Spectre glanced over her shoulder at the shadowed outline of a man.. The barest hint of a smile turned up one corner of her mouth, but she continued on..

"We can only offer truth and fact. It is fact that governments fear what they cannot understand or control. In time, they will no longer tolerate this deficiency and they will attempt to subdue, even stamp out what they see as a threat. "

She thought of the events of their last encounter with Tess. Spectre had witnessed a little girl almost gunned down. If not for the nature of one of their brothers, by the name of Lazarus, the child would have been shot down like a dog on the city street. Another victim of hate crimes and intolerance.

"It is already begining.." She looked to Saladin..

Saladin
Jun 12th, 2007, 11:02:33 AM
"Not fifty miles from here, there is an institution (http://www.sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?t=16275) that claims to be a genetic therapy center for mutant youths. They host almost a hundred teenaged and pre-teen mutants for what they call extended treatment. In fact, they spend most of their time doing experimental research. I have reason to believe that they are funded by certain anti-mutant factions within the government. They're studying us so they can find ways to control us."

He looked across the room - on a table in front of a display of antique swords, there was a thin metal object surrounded by small, precision tools. Saladin lifted a hand and shot out a narrow, green tendril which floated the object across the room and into his hand.

It was a band of dull metal, roughly a quarter-inch thick. It had already been partially dismantled, and Tess could see a jumble of electronics exposed on one side.

"This is a restraining collar we captured from one of their facilities. If I put this around your neck and activated it, you would be unable to access your mutant powers. You would be one of them. Small. Alone. Manageable. I've seen them use these on their mutant prisoners, robbing them of that which makes them unique. And this is just the beginning."

Tess Abrahams
Jun 12th, 2007, 12:53:48 PM
'Stunned' wasn't exactly the right word to describe how she felt, nor was 'outraged'. It was a combination of the two, a healthy indignancy with a dose of apprehension. Eyes glued on the metal band, Tess held out an open palm. The coller was pressed gently into her grip.

It was lighter than she'd expected, light enough that it would be easy to forget it was there. This was probably part of the cruelness of the thing, it's illusiveness. Though it was partially dismantled, Tess could see that it's circumfrence was small--small enough to fit around her own younger brother's neck. A flash of focused anger flared in her chest; there was something this close to the Institute and no one had bothered telling them. What if the operators of such a sick place knew about the students at Cullen's? It was easy pickings, and the professors had done absolutely nothing, not even for the prisoners inside; no storming of the doors, no rallies, nothing.

A lump forming in her throat, Tess handed the device back roughly. She shook her head from side to side and then picked up Saladin's gaze. "I researched you too. You used to be a teacher."

Saladin
Jun 13th, 2007, 10:55:29 PM
"That's right." Though Saladin was aware of his brothers and sister looking on, his eyes never left Tess. "And before that, I was a student. Part of Dr. Cullen's first class of gifted youngsters. Make no mistake - Dr. Cullen was a genius, a visionary. So visionary that the world was not ready for him. He offered compassion, wisdom, and the greatest scientific mind of the twentieth century. And for that, he was repaid with a bullet to the heart. I was on the platform with him when he was shot."

Not all the Brotherhood shared Saladin's respect for Dr. Cullen - but for the most part they respected Saladin enough not to flaunt it in his presence.

"At that moment I knew that the conflict between human and mutant could only escalate if left unopposed. I felt that it was our duty to prepare mutantkind to defend their rights as species. But Ethan... Mr. Daniels was more concerned with maintaining a conciliatory attitude toward the humans. Six months after Dr. Cullen's death, he asked for my resignation. And so we went our separate ways."

Tess Abrahams
Jun 15th, 2007, 10:35:02 PM
It was a story that had, in some form or another, been told in a thousand different ways. A sort of skewed monomyth of a journey riddled with trial and tribulation, but with an ultimate purpose. The man before her, with his knife-sharp eyes and lulling voice, told it wonderfully. Brief, concise--but with enough respect for the spoken word that the whole thing became a transfixing memoir.

There would have been a stirring melody underneath it all, if life had a soundtrack.

Tess was beginning to feel accustomed to the concentrated stares directed at her. It was a bit like being at a big gymnastics meet, before a judging panel; distinctly like it, in fact.

"And then you started The Brotherhood?" Picking up where Saladin had left off, the teenager leaned forward with the slightest bend of eagerness in the movement. "Which is a really gender specific name, don't you think?"

Saladin
Jun 16th, 2007, 01:56:35 AM
Saladin smiled wryly. "I've met mutants who were themselves not gender-specific. The Brotherhood is more an idea than a name.

"Mutants share a bond that goes far beyond genetics. We're the ultimate outcasts. We don't fit anywhere into their society. And it's not just a matter of prejudice - their world is built on basic assumptions of equality. How do speed limits apply to someone who can run faster than a high-performance car? Does a pyrokinetic need to register for concealed weapons? They bar us from the military, from government office, from sporting competitions, from employment in dozens of businesses, because we upset their idea of parity. We have unfair advantages. So they respond in the only way they know how - by using whatever means they have at their disposal to level the playing field.

"That is why we intend to build a new society. A mutant society. One where all our kind can flourish freely as nature intended them to. We will define ourselves and be defined by no one. And that is also why each of us has chosen a new name to match our mutant identities."

Spectre
Jun 21st, 2007, 08:43:26 AM
"Not unlike the founders of this country, we have a need to make a break and hack out a life of our own from a distant wilderness. A land of our own making where we are beholden to no one else.."

Spectre's knowing gaze had been leveled on Tess, watching her reactions. She didn't normally intrude upon the minds of other mutants, and in the case of Tess, it wasn't necessary. Her emotions spilled across her face, like paint across a blank canvas. Spectre understood the confusion and anger and incredulity. Tess had every right to each of those feelings. What was being done to others like them was horrible. She thought maybe Tess needed a break from the conversation to let it all sink in for a minute.

"Tess.. would you like a drink? We have a very awesome kitchen with just about whatever suits your palate." Spectre's green eyes slid to Saladin, for only a moment conveying the silent message,

"She needs a break. It's too much too soon, but her mind is wide open to you."

She stood and held out a hand to Tess. "Looks like you might need a few minutes to sort some of these things out.."

Tess Abrahams
Jun 22nd, 2007, 01:06:59 AM
'A few minutes' was an understatement. A few moments conversation in the mansion could easily require an entire afternoon of meditation. Nodding gratefully, Tess took Spectre's offered hand, an action which she found distinctly quaint (who held hands with another girl over the age of twelve anyway?) but also reassuring. A sort of bridging seemed to be made by the connection, a gesture of goodwill.

The kitchen was awesome. Vaulted ceilings gave the entire room an open, airy feel that seemed appropriate for the richly stained mahogany baseboards. The wood was tempered by sleek tile countertops, the mottled grey-and-blue colour of Atlantic seas. In the middle of the expansive room was a large island, above which hung an assortment of pots and pans on a holder. Spotless steel appliances beamed from their respective nooks, and a welcoming breakfast table was tucked under yet another floor-to-ceiling window. Any chef would have been glad to set up house.

"I'll just have a water, with lemon if you have it." It was doubtful that they didn't. "Commercial juices are jokes nowadays and soda? Waaaay too much sugar and chemicals, not to mention the calcium loss that the carbonation causes. It's basically osteoporosis in a can." She was rambling, unwilling to permit any amount of silence which might allow her mind to catch up to the situation.

The girl took a seat at the bartop, neatly hooking her legs on the barstool's braces. Everyone had gathered in the kitchen now, and she almost chuckled; they were like a herd, moving in sync. "So how come you guys don't try and get the staff at Cullen's involved? I mean, surely there must be a middle ground where everyone can cooperate. They've got to have some interest in preventing injustice, even out of a sense of self-preservation."

Lazarus
Jun 22nd, 2007, 04:59:14 PM
The sound of a soda can tab popping broke her line of questioning for only a moment as the fridge door closed. Malachi Rayner, or as he went to calling himself now - Lazarus - took a sip from the can. It hadn't been long since the riot that had resulted in him getting hooked up with the Brotherhood, and he was still trying to adjust to his new life.

"Some people don't want to see just how cold reality can be." he said simply, not really wanting to jump into the middle of the conversation, but unable to silence himself on the matter, if anyone understood just how cruel humanity was, he did. "Misplaced optimism, I think." he took another sip.

Spectre
Jun 24th, 2007, 10:50:34 AM
"C'est la vie, Laz.." Spectre moved past Lazarus as he spoke, squeezing his shoulder. She introduced the troubled young mutant to Tess.

"Tess, this is Lazarus. He has just recently joined the Brotherhood. Lazarus meet Miss Tess Abrahams, she is a student at the school we talked about. The School for the Gifted, and a more appropriate title I cannot imagine."

Spectre moved around the kitchen with the finese of one of the Food Networks finest. She got out a pair of glasses, one for herself and one for Tess. Scooping a portion of ice into each. She retrieved a bright yellow lemon from a hanging fruit basket above the central kitchen island, along with a knife and began cutting it into sections. She dropped a couple pieces into her own, but curled a single slice atop the glass belonging to Tess. She moved to the 'fridge and filled both glasses with freshly filtered water and returned to the counter sliding one over to Tess.

Spectre slid into a barstool and crossed her legs, taking a sip of her drink.

Tess Abrahams
Jul 9th, 2007, 03:15:48 AM
"Thanks." Tess said to Spectre, taking a grateful gulp of the citrus-gilded water. It was a welcome refreshment, and her parched throat rejoiced. After quenching her thirst, the teenager surveyed the young man. She took another sip of water before offering a tentative smile.

"Hi Lazarus." Tossing hair over her shoulder, Tess offered her hand, pausing to glance at her wristwatch; she'd been there for a little under an hour and already the world had been blown apart.

"I dunno, it just seems pretty careless to not take precautions. I mean, surely they've got some sort of plan for if things go awry?"

Hopefully. Otherwise the entire student body was collectively doomed.

Karl Valten
Jul 9th, 2007, 09:27:29 AM
Michael watched the pair leave without saying a word. The girl was just so…optimistic. For the moment at least, the revelations would start to where through the ignorance soon enough. Still…

He sighed and the stone and sword vanished into thin air in his silver-tipped fingers. Apparently he’d missed quite a lot during Saladin’s demonstration in New York, but perhaps with the riot and all, his absence might have been a good thing.

“I can understand the Lazarus boy.” Arsenal unconsciously cracked his knuckles, reveling in the miniscule pops of pain. “But what’s with the idealist? You know she won’t be staying.”

(crap, wrong account. sorry)

Saladin
Jul 9th, 2007, 04:45:28 PM
"Perhaps, perhaps not."

Saladin leaned lopsidedly in the large armchair and turned the restraining collar over in his hand. Almost carelessly, he closed the open panel with his thumb, and the red power light blinked on.

"But I don't want her joining us just yet. I want her back in Ethan's school where she can be our eyes and ears. She may even be able to help us find another very talented young lady."

With an expert twist of the mechanism, the power light winked out again. And Saladin floated the collar back onto the work table.

Michael Lawston
Jul 9th, 2007, 09:02:25 PM
“All this cloak and dagger crap.”
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Arsenal sighed and shook his head. Planning, planning, planning. It seemed that it was all Saladin had done since the <st1:state w:st="on"><st1>Nevada</st1></st1:state> incident. Michael pushed himself off of the wall moved towards the exit.
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“It’s so much easier just to act.”
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He held a hand out towards Saladin. With just a slight, purposeful lapse of concentration, the silver spread from Arsenal’s fingers to cover his hands. Glowing sparks began to fly as the silver skin began to boil under the surface. In an instant a bright flare highlighted the room followed by a BANG. And as soon as it began, the chaos stabilized and the silver seeped back into Michael’s finger tips.
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“…but what ever you say, Boss”
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Arsenal turned and left the room.

Lazarus
Jul 11th, 2007, 10:56:12 PM
He accepted her hand and shook it with a smile - everyone had been so nice to him, since coming to the Brotherhood. It was a very pleasant change from what he was used to.

"I dunno, it just seems pretty careless to not take precautions. I mean, surely they've got some sort of plan for if things go awry?"

"Maybe they do." he sipped his soda glancing away, as if deep in thought for a moment. "Maybe they just don't think the students should know about it." He shrugged, "Course, who am I to make a guess like that? I don't know much about the school, other than what I've been told of it by Spectre and the others here."

Tess Abrahams
Aug 29th, 2007, 11:29:10 PM
Tess narrowed her eyes suspiciously. There was something in the way Lazarus supposed that made it sound as if there was more to what he was saying.

"What, like we're not mature enough to know about it?" She laughed lightly, and there was a shade of bitterness behind it. "I'm pretty sure that if we can handle being freaks, we could handle a contingency plan. There'd be no need for secrecy."

She crunched an icecube noisily between her molars. "So... that whole thing about building a mutant society. What," Tess paused briefly," What does that involve, exactly?"

Saladin
Mar 3rd, 2008, 08:51:40 PM
All eyes seemed to turn toward Tess for a moment. In fact, they were directed behind her. Saladin had risen from his seat and entered the kitchen with measured strides.

"You are looking at a small part of that here," he said. "The promotion of mutant unity. Mutual protection. But our vision is much larger than that.

"We aim to create a haven for all mutantkind, free from the oversight of small-minded, bigoted politicians. A place where mutants can develop and enjoy their gifts without fear of discrimination or reprisal. Think of the wonders you've seen at Cullen's school, for all its faults. Think of what could be accomplished by an entire community of mutants united and free."

Tess Abrahams
Mar 8th, 2008, 11:09:37 PM
The girl was silent, palms twisting back and forth along the slippery surface of the sweating water glass. The tail end of Saladin's last statement echoed in her head; united and free. For all her voracious involvement in altruistic campaigns, Tess had always considered freedom to be a discriminative concept. All human beings were born free and equal in dignity and rights. Mutant abnormalities not included.

So while she'd thrown herself into demanding freedom for others, Tess knew that the same principles didn't apply to her type.

Then had come a year at Cullen's. Acceptance, instead of ostracisation. Now the very ideals that the group before her presented seemed possible.

One thing troubled her--Saladin spoke as if mutants were somehow superior to humans. That idea didn't set with her. Tess swirled the melting ice around, visibly torn. "What about normal people, er... non-mutants, who accept us? Surely we wouldn't exclude them; that'd be be just as bad as them doing it to us--worse, even."

Spectre
Mar 9th, 2008, 01:42:57 PM
"Think on it like this, Tess." Spectre began..

"Those who do have the capacity to accept us, they are the minority. There will always be people who see this phase of evolution, not for what it is, but as sickness.. Something that is wrong with us." She frowned at the thought.

"This place that we seek.. it is for us to be free from the morbid curiosity of those kind. Where children with special abilities will not be poked and prodded at like rats in a lab. Any segregation will be for our own protection. Coexisting will cease to be possible as the anti-mutant movements continue their violent attacks."

There was a war coming, yes. Those present would not sit and be idle victims. They would fight back. Their cause was worthy. It was their lives and freedom they fought for. If the homosapiens were willing to break a few eggs to make an omelette, the Brotherhood was willing to open a 'round-the-clock breakfast buffet..

Saladin
Mar 9th, 2008, 06:41:41 PM
"For ten thousand years, humans have been the dominant species on this planet," Saladin said. "Now, for the first time since they learned to throw a spear, they are meeting their match. Their instincts as a species are telling them to go on the offensive, to stamp out their competitors or risk becoming obsolete. Individuals may overcome that instinct. Individuals can show compassion, vision, tolerance. But nations? Institutions? Governments?"

He sighed with all the weariness of the mutant world. "When your mutation was discovered, Tess, how many of your friends turned agaisnt you? How many do you think would have remained with you if not for the influence of the herd?"

Tess Abrahams
Mar 9th, 2008, 10:58:15 PM
There was no need for the girl to give a verbal answer, for it was written across her face--in the taut lines of a frown, the cleft of furrowed eyebrows, and in the wake of eyes that suddenly flicked away to hide expression. Tess was not so naive as to believe any of the girls on her old gymnastics team would have come around, if given time, and taken her for what she was; she'd cut ties before they'd cut her throat. It was a story like any other mutant's.

The old, familiar sting of stolen opportunity thrummed in her chest. Tess unconciously echoed Saladin's sigh, grinding a palm against her temple.

"Right." The teenager finally breathed as she set her glass on the countertop. "Um. Have you talked to any of the other students about this?"

Saladin
Mar 10th, 2008, 09:25:16 AM
"Other than Washington Square Park? No."

Saladin stepped up to the counter and leaned back against it. "And I doubt very much Mr. Daniels would welcome our point of view on his campus. You've taken a risk coming here, Tess. I really appreciate that."

Tess Abrahams
Mar 13th, 2008, 08:13:32 PM
The girl shrugged as if to indicate that there had been no other option. There was a lot more involved here than she'd thought at her initial meeting with Tron. A hundred and one things were bouncing around her noggin, pulling and prodding her in every which way. She needed to think, and Tess couldn't objectively do that here.

"Would it be all right if maybe I came back here sometime? Like, later this week?" If anyone back at the Institute asked about her early return, she'd just say her grandmother was feeling off-colour and they'd decided to postpone their weekend. Tess glanced between all the faces, doubling back between Spectre and Saladin.

Spectre
Mar 13th, 2008, 08:46:08 PM
"Of course!" Spectre didn't even hesitate. It was not their goal to keep Tess here against her will. It was far more important that she return to the school, but with an open invitation to return at any time and a means of keeping in touch..

The side of the stainless steel fridge had a magnetic sticky pad and a pen. Spectre tore off a sheet and wrote down a ten digit cell phone number. It was her own.

"That's me.." She slid the piece of paper across the counter to Tess with a smile.

"You may contact me at any time, for any reason. Please, feel free to do so and you are most welcome to return here.."