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Post by Seryna on May 24, 2013 14:37:02 GMT -5
Those traveling with Storm were whisked away from the mansion on the plane; heading to investigate one of the further sites. After ten minutes of travel, the pilot slowed the plane and brought it down lower. A facility could be seen on a plot of green grass. The facility was surrounded by a fence topped with barbed wire. Two towers were on the north and south side, with armed sentries patrolling within; staring below. The building was square, grey brick with few windows. A few people in gray jump suits were seen playing basketball outside.
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on May 24, 2013 17:03:46 GMT -5
Devon: Wounded Healer [/u] “Something happens when I heal someone. It's not just their wounds I absorb, it's their pain too. I take in that pain, I experience that hurt. Their wounds become my wounds. Their emotional anguish too. I experience their injuries as if they were my own. And yes, it hurts more than you can possibly imagine. So why do I keep doing it? I do it because maybe one day it'll free me. You don't know what it's like to skate so close to death, so close to being free only to be slammed back into reality. I heal people so that maybe one of the injuries'll be something I can't come back from...” [/color][/center] Devon hated the uniforms. But she didn't complain. She understood the need for unity. The matching outfits said that the X-Men were a cohesiveness unit. Regardless what she had personally witnessed image in the public eye, she supposed was everything. Still... matching uniforms?... The rebellious teen in Devon wanted to branch out on her own. At least they were black. Her unique trim was dark indigo, which she preferred to Shadowkat's pink or Storm's silver. She also preferred the silence and peace Raven's absence brought. “Armed guards... Humans and their guns...”She glanced between Magento and Storm. “Stealth may be best with such a large force.”Ororo Munroe “Storm”: The Weather Witch “You counter despair with hope. You strive forever for the best you are capable to be. Therein lies the victory.” Storm nodded at Devon's assessment. Their position was already covered by a thick layer of fog and she was working on willing that fog to roll through and envelop the facility. “A stealthy entrance is what I'd prefer, yes. We don't know what we're up against yet. It'd be best to mute our presence.” Storm said, looking at the armed guards. She sighed. “They're acting out of fear. We do similar things only we most of the time do not need guns to lash out.”
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Post by Seryna on May 27, 2013 18:45:33 GMT -5
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Post by Ricohard on May 28, 2013 10:07:32 GMT -5
Magneto had not changed. He wore his outfit with pride, and secure in the knowledge of the iron threaded and placed in certain places through out it. He sat waiting, his eyes closed, his body poised. A tense spring of power waiting for the moment to explode.
The enemy lay before him, his path was clear. Those who stood with him were ready. "Let them fear." He speaks low and deep. "Let them reap what they have sown and let them fall like wheat before the storm." His eyes open and they hold no compassion, no doubt.
They stood between him and the salvation of his people... and all he could see were uniforms long since abandoned...
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Jun 1, 2013 16:21:30 GMT -5
Ororo Munroe “Storm”: The Weather Witch “You counter despair with hope. You strive forever for the best you are capable to be. Therein lies the victory.” “Be cautious, Magneto. This may not be their base...” Storm paused and took her call. She spoke a few quick words to Beast and possibly Rogue from the way she was talking. “Beast's team found nothing at the first sight. They are moving on to the third site. And there's more. Rogue's been released.
“Magneto, Shadowkat and Devon will assist you on searching this site. If you find nothing here, move onto the third and I will meet you there. I am going for Rogue.” she met the older man's eyes. “No killing Magneto. Not for their sake but for yours.” Storm departed soon after. Devon: Wounded Healer [/u] “Something happens when I heal someone. It's not just their wounds I absorb, it's their pain too. I take in that pain, I experience that hurt. Their wounds become my wounds. Their emotional anguish too. I experience their injuries as if they were my own. And yes, it hurts more than you can possibly imagine. So why do I keep doing it? I do it because maybe one day it'll free me. You don't know what it's like to skate so close to death, so close to being free only to be slammed back into reality. I heal people so that maybe one of the injuries'll be something I can't come back from...” [/color][/center] Devon watched her would-be mentor depart. She almost smirked when she looked at Magento. “Well, shall we?”
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Post by Ricohard on Jun 2, 2013 16:32:21 GMT -5
Magneto stared for a long moment after the departing Storm. It buoyed him to think that at least one of their kind had been released, though for what nefarious purposes it was not yet clear. Also Storm's trust in him spoke well of her.
He turned back to the situation at hand and let his power spread out before him like a cloak. "Onwards" he states as he marches towards the emplacement. He reached for guns and bullets wrapping the invisible bands of magnetism around each and every piece of metal that he could find as well as wrapping himself and his companions in defensive bands.
He would follow Storm's wishes... for now.
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Post by Seryna on Jun 3, 2013 1:44:24 GMT -5
The team moved around the facility, noting that it was a gray two - story building with a wire fence. As the team first disperses, the group sees two individuals in gray jump suits exit the facility guided by three guards. The two men are guided to a outside recreation yard where they are placed into the outside recreation yard. There are three more such trips, depositing eight gray clad men into the recreation yard. Passing a fence, you read ' Macon Prison'. This seemed to be a private prison facility that housed no children, only grown men could be seen.
What would the group do now? Convene on the third site as Storm recommended?
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Post by CuteLikeMurder on Jun 3, 2013 18:27:49 GMT -5
Devon: Wounded Healer [/u] “Something happens when I heal someone. It's not just their wounds I absorb, it's their pain too. I take in that pain, I experience that hurt. Their wounds become my wounds. Their emotional anguish too. I experience their injuries as if they were my own. And yes, it hurts more than you can possibly imagine. So why do I keep doing it? I do it because maybe one day it'll free me. You don't know what it's like to skate so close to death, so close to being free only to be slammed back into reality. I heal people so that maybe one of the injuries'll be something I can't come back from...” [/color][/center] “This is how humans house their criminals?” Devon asked in disbelief. They locked them up in grey buildings that were stark in their blandness and called this justice. She shook her head. If they did this to their own people it was a small wonder any mutant was allowed to walk free. “I suspect that we will uncover nothing useless here,” she said to Magneto and Shadowcat.
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Post by Ricohard on Jun 6, 2013 21:47:44 GMT -5
Magneto did not speak watching the prisoners carefully, He watched for anything from these prisoners that would suggest that they were his people, grown or not. Were it up to him he would be tempted to free these dangerous men, the better to distract forces from his own activities. However it was plain to him that Storm would not be understanding... and for the moment at least that mattered to him.
He watched a moment before before turning on his heel, his power releasing its iron grip on the metal of the complex as he returns to the vessel. Anger boiled once more within him and he marched onwards.
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