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 Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 7:26 am
Alexander William Diaz
a.k.a. Warp  He mouthed the words 'thanks' when Shadow Walker placed the glass of water in front of him. After a minute he added, "And my sister is currently in Amp's previous quarters. A welcoming party should be made for when the X-men try to save her..." He paused a made a short laugh, "I should be able to handle that. And, maybe we can come to an agreement to have them-" He paused and sighed at the answer and said, "And, no, I am aware why you brought me here. Thank-you, sir. I'll keep you informed of anything else that goes on."
With a sigh he ended the call and leaned back in the couch, he pinched the bridge of his nose and a force-field formed around his temples before disappearing-after he cured his forming migraines. Glancing up he said to Shadow Walker, "Is my sister settled in? Sorry about the conversation... someone had to tell him about Amp and the Black Reaper. Neither are particularly great bits of information."
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 10:01 am
 Catherine Smithe
my name is Shadow Walker Shadow Walker smiled as he thanked her. She went back to the kitchen and picked up her glass and a coaster sitting on the other side of the couch. She she sipped her water and placed her coaster and water on the table. Her eyes looked up to him as he posed the question. "We'll she's in Amp's apartment. Though it looked like he never left. All of his stuff is still there, not quite sure how she feels about that." she shrugged a little," But it's a prison so I suppose it doesn't matter how she feels. Out of curiosity in regards of keeping Blink away from her… are there any security cameras in the room?" "As for your conversation with him. I take it he did not take those bits too well. Though he must have been glad to hear about your sister. did you tell him who I am or… who I was? He may be pleased that the daughter of the MRD's financial supporters is now a member of the Brotherhood. Right?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 11:52 am
Alexander William Diaz
a.k.a. Warp
"It does matter what she feels," Warp said quickly, standing. "And, currently there aren't any cameras in the place though I probably should add some. Technically there are only about 25 teleporters in Genosha, and less than five can do blind jumps. And, there are about the same number of people able to phase here. Of that group there is only you, Blink, and I who know what is in that room. And, Blink still has that tracker on her: I can trace her location exactly. Considering Amp's power I assumed he wasn't capable of escaping..."
He sighed as he entered the kitchen and pulled a bag of five pounds of potatoes from one of the bottom cabinets. A force-field formed around the bag as he spoke, "And there is a down side of my sister being here. The only reason why I joined the Brotherhood was to protect her. Now that I have her in a safe place I could easily go back to my apathy."
He turned holding a glass bottle full of clear liquid that he poured into a shot glass. "Care for some potato vodka? It isn't that great but it is the best I could do considering my real alcohol supply was raided." As he drank the shot he added, "So, are you planning to take advantage of your past? I thought you weren't interested in coming out about that, yet."
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 1:44 pm
Dean Nixon
a.k.a. Myth  As he walked he started thinking about the Black Reaper. Why? Why would someone like that, a known killer of mutants, side with the Brotherhood? He didn't even seem surprised to see the Sentinel firing at humans. Did he know? Was all of that his plan to begin with? Perhaps it was. Warp considered himself to be too proud to be tricked like that but it was always an possibility. But thanks to that arrogance he could very well be tricked. It did fit. It seemed like he was just stalling instead of going on full offensive. Afterwards he just...fled. Why? What did he have to gain by all of this? Who was present that time?Graydon Creed, William Stryker, and the head of the MRD. Along with their security of course. Something as big as this would usually require everybody. Including the Vice-head Jason Richter. Yet he wasn't seen. He would have the most to gain from this all but to orchestrate all of this for his own gain? Human casualties? Besides that man works for the MRD. There's no way he could have hidden his x-gene like that. Right? Dean knocked on Emma's door.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 2:23 pm
 Tristan Farron
The world's little Damselfly Tristan swiveled around to lay down, thinking about what was going to happen now. Seeing no harm in it she spoke to the empty room, voicing her thoughts always let her judge them better. "So it seems like things have been turbulant recently, huh? That's either good or bad for me I guess, Either it'll give me some time to adjust while they are all busy with this kidnap thing or it'll make them hurry me about getting me all fight ready and whatever."
She takes her cap off, tossing it across the room to an empty table, "If I do fight, think I can get them to give me a polearm, A halberd would be too much, a Guan dao might do, heavy at the top. How about just one of those lancey things they always call Lances in RPGs but kind of aren't, just a blade on a stick, it just needs to be long and weighted so I can smash it into things, right?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 6:38 pm
Emma Frost and Scott Summers  "Come in, Dean," was the answer at Dean's knock on Emma's door. Emma was standing by the window looking outside dressed in a white suit, a bit more modest than usual. Sitting at the desk was Scott Summers. She turned as Dean entered and said, "Scott, darling, will you go welcome Tristan properly? It looks like I'll be preoccupied for a bit." Scott nodded standing and Emma paused to kiss his cheek and said, "I'll keep you posted, of course." "Of course," He said leaving the office with a nod to Dean. Meanwhile Emma sat down in her desk chair and said as she shrugged off her white blazer and said, "Should we address the issue of the Black Reaper or Alexander Diaz and Cassie first?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Scott reached the bedroom that Tristan Farron had settled into and he knocked on the door, "Miss Farron, may I come in?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 7:11 pm
mc2 Alexander William Diaz
a.k.a. Warp
"It does matter what she feels," Warp said quickly, standing. "And, currently there aren't any cameras in the place though I probably should add some. Technically there are only about 25 teleporters in Genosha, and less than five can do blind jumps. And, there are about the same number of people able to phase here. Of that group there is only you, Blink, and I who know what is in that room. And, Blink still has that tracker on her: I can trace her location exactly. Considering Amp's power I assumed he wasn't capable of escaping..."
He sighed as he entered the kitchen and pulled a bag of five pounds of potatoes from one of the bottom cabinets. A force-field formed around the bag as he spoke, "And there is a down side of my sister being here. The only reason why I joined the Brotherhood was to protect her. Now that I have her in a safe place I could easily go back to my apathy."
He turned holding a glass bottle full of clear liquid that he poured into a shot glass. "Care for some potato vodka? It isn't that great but it is the best I could do considering my real alcohol supply was raided." As he drank the shot he added, "So, are you planning to take advantage of your past? I thought you weren't interested in coming out about that, yet."Catherine Smithe
my name is Shadow Walker "Um... no thanks on the vodka. I'm fine with my water thanks." she rubbed her arm a little. "I don't know about 'taking advantage of my past' per say. I thought I was still confessing on television and that I would just have some time before doing so, is all." "Aside from that…you mean you became leader of the Brotherhood to protect your sister? Does this mean you wish to leave the Brotherhood?" her eyes saddened she wouldn't have known about the Brotherhood if it worn't for him or be taken care of after she washed up on shore.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 8:15 pm
Alexander William Diaz
a.k.a. Warp "Hmm?" Warp said in regards to the vodka. "The legal drinking age in Genosha is eighteen. But, it is probably a good idea. This stuff is pretty foul."
"And in regards to my question it was merely an inquiry on your stand on the matter," Warp said, pouring another shot for himself and setting down the bottle. "It probably will be only a matter of time before Professor Perry comes out to defend his precious daughter anyways, considering she did publicly reveal herself. And that would keep the media entertained."
Leaning on the counter he gulped down the second shot of vodka, wincing at the taste. "And, it doesn't matter about my opinion on the Brotherhood. It's a life sentence. I would be lynched if I quit now. I did join the Brotherhood because of my sister, but I became leader because I sort of fell into it. Honestly, I'm not a natural leader. That's my sister. The best I can do is be a dictator. I don't have it in me to be a likable leader. However, my power makes me in many ways a god and that is the standard I'm held to."
He made a small smile and said, "My feelings on the matter doesn't really matter. And, I'm not even tipsy enough to discuss these personal matters." Setting down the shot glass he paused ruffling Shadow Walker's hair and said, "I'm going to go hunt down Blink. I assume you don't want to tag along."
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 8:55 pm
Catherine Smithe
my name is Shadow Walker Catherine smiled, she hadn't had anyone ruffled her hair before. Closest thing was a pat on the head from her dad, he was usually reading the paper half not paying attention to her. It felt like she was being petted like a dog would. She looked up to Warp still smiling "Nah, I'll pass. I'll just hang out here for a while. Perhaps start compiling a list of groceries. Though, if the drinking age is 18 here I suppose I wouldn't mind trying champagne or muld wine as a first. No rush though, just thought I'd toss that up there." she added a shrug at the end of her suggestion.
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 9:15 pm
Alexander William Diaz
a.k.a. Warp
"Ah, so I'll be free to make bad decisions on my own," joked Warp.
"Pick up some apple empanadas for my sister down at the bakery on Eighth," Warp said. "And if they have it some atole de fresca for me. And, in regards to groceries just pick up for me whatever you want to eat and I'll cook it. I doubt my sister will be in the mood to cook because knowing her she is probably sulking. There's a map of the city in my office so you can find your way, of course, if you ask anyone they'll probably walk you there themselves. When your shopping just use my card on my desk in my office."
"I'll text you if I end up crashing with Blink or if anything else comes up," He said heading out the door.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 8:31 am
Tristan Farron
The world's little Damselfly Tristan rolled her head idly to the side to look at the door, amusing herself by trying to will the door open with her new found powers. Unfortunatly her powers didn't apply across distances and she was predictably unsucessfull in her attempts at telepathy. That fruitless few seconds wasted she got up and retrieved her cap, pulling it down on her head before she calls out. "It's open, probably best that I touch the door as little as possible~"
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 8:41 am
Scott Summers (Cyclops)  Scott smiled a grim smile as he opened the door and said, "You can hardly live life avoiding touching everything. Besides, mandatory repairs are not unusual here." "Miss Farron, I am Scott Summers the headmaster of Xavier's School for the Gifted," He continued. "You are welcome to make this place your home. We would be happy to have you. Do you have any questions?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 9:14 am
Tristan Farron
The world's little Damselfly Tristan squinted at Scott for a while before a look of realisation crossed her face. "Ooooh! 'that' Scott Summers? fun." she smiled slightly and bowed out of respect. "Thanks for this, I mean I'm sure you do this sort of thing all the time but I can't help but feel a little imposey." She glanced down, making sure she had the correct number of buttons done up, "I do have a couple..If the whole..mind-reading thing happened at the door, you'll know about my medical condition? I'm a little low on painkillers is the thing and I'd be rather more useful not writhing around in agony."
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 10:01 am
Scott Summers (Cyclops) "This is a place to help mutants. Professor Xavier helped me and many others: I am continuing the tradition," Scott said. "Emma did mention something about your condition, though she did not say much on the matter. The X-men are a bit preoccupied with various affairs at the moment. The Brotherhood have left a bit of a mess to deal with. But, you don't have to be concerned with that. We can provide painkillers until Sebastian is able to find a way to manage your 'condition'."
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 10:59 am
Dean Nixon
a.k.a. Myth Dean returned the nod to Scott. The guy was alright in his book. He took a seat as well. Looks like this was one of the times were she wore more than she usually does. So she most likely had some kind of meeting. But that was her business, not his so he wouldn't pry. "Both are important and both aren't easy problems to solve." Dean said with a sigh." Cas is with her brother so we'll at least know no actual harm will come to her. Plus her power is too valuable for them to discard. I want to break her out myself, not sure if that's her influence on me or just my own feelings in the matter but I believe we do not need to worry as much about her as we do." Dean spoke and moved on to the next subject. The Black Reaper. "Now the Black Reaper.....that is the real problem here. His prime power is to absorb other powers through touch. Most likely as much as brief contact would be enough. He has electricity but that could be Molecular Manipulation, Shadow Manipulation, Detection and to top it all of.....Warp's power too. I fear the whole thing was orchestrated by him. Warp wasn't even aware of his power and just saw a puppet that could be used." Dean let out a sigh. Warp had really been a fool this time. "The only one who would benefit from this would be Jason Richter. Something like this would most likely result in the removal of the current Head. Which would promote him to that position."
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