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 Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 9:55 pm
**Break down readers digest version**
Scott had left the X-Men on a mission, to seek out Apocalypse's horseman Death. To pay back in revenge for what Death had done to Rogue recently. While leaving, Scott Summers, had someone trailing him for a bit. Until Cyclops finally decided to turn around and confront the younger X-Men Hope. By trying to persuade her in not following him to this mission impossi--- possible.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:48 am
Scott circled her like a shark. His anger showed in his visor. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. He wanted to strike to teach her a lesson, but before he could make a move he was stopped. What was holding him back? A voice came from the darkness, it was his wife. Scott raised his eyebrow. What was she doing here? His plan was starting to unfold. He spent too much time with Hope.
He didn't looked pleased, but he stated his case. "I order you both to go back to the mansion." He was not only their friend, but commander on the field. He wasn't going to sacrifice his life, but put an end to the destruction. If he could cripple the horsemen it would give them time to rally a team to fight Apocalypse.
Scott sighed. "Jean, don't try to talk me out of this. Take Hope and go home. It's dangerous out here." He knew that Death could be lurking anywhere now. He could be keeping close watch over the mansion as well. "I am not about to let those.... lackeys of Magneto enter our mansion. I take out Death, we buy more time. Jean I need you to train the others. Hope, you need to be there and train..." The last sentence he sounded cold.
"The more we sit and talk the more time we waste." He looked at them both. "Events are already in motion. Death will come for me and I will put him down." Not a moment after staying that he felt something hit his nose. He looked up as snow began to fall. It was the first snow of the season. He looked back down at Jean and Hope. "This is it."
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 2:17 am
Oh. she became rigid in her nervousness as scott circled her, His look and his scent indicated, to her, the level of his disaproval. She stood still and waited for whatever punishment he was going to give her. But as stubborn as she was she wasnt going to let him go about this on his own, even if he had told her several times not to follow, what else did he expect from a 16 year old? she had a penchant for these sorts of things, and she had done all she could to stall him without using aggression. but then again she really wasnt afraid of much any more..
she felt alittle relieved at the next scent that came into range. she took a deep breath in relief. jean. Hope then finding her renewed stubborn agitation, crossed her arms over her chest. there was alot of things she had been allowed to get away with but she knew there were some things that scott and jean drew a line across, and this was one of them. " I'm not going anywhere." she wrinkled her nose in her most defiant protest.
Hope looked away glancing at jean a moment, actually waiting for her response. she looked back up at scotts cold tone. " I need..pfft" she scoffed. " no one's going to let anyone invade the mansion in our absences, I'm sure. " she gave the landscape a sweeping glance, it had smelled like snow all day and it had finally chosen to snow now..
" we dont let our family run off into battle alone, nor do we let them suffer alone or bear the weight of burdens alone as well, right tia jean?" she glanced over at her, in her honest thought and sincerity. Hope glanced back at scott again. she was being so oddly defiant from her usual persona, guess some people change when growing, huh? she brought her fist down in the palm of her hand. " You're darn right it's it!" she had already made her intentions clear, that under pain of death of disapproval, Hope wasnt going to turn back at all.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 12:31 pm
S_Summers "I order you both to go back to the mansion." He was not only their friend, but commander on the field. He wasn't going to sacrifice his life, but put an end to the destruction. If he could cripple the horsemen it would give them time to rally a team to fight Apocalypse. "Your ordering me, huh Scott. Hmm interesting." She said quite blandly. She traded a glance between the two. "Oh okay, Scott. Yes, Hope and I will go back to the mansion and protect those there." Was that stated in sarcasm? Or was she being serious. She left the tale to be left untold to those ears yearning for the truthfulness of her speech. "We're not going anywhere, Scott." "I am disobeying you, why? Because you are placing yourself in danger." "So you want to go teach Apocalypse's horsemen Death a lesson?" She nodded her head slowly, "alright." "Say you go and do this task, Scott. Then what are you going to do, after you have gone and defeated him?" "Return back to the mansion to inform Rogue that you just murdered her husband, Gambit?" "Oh hey Rogue. How are you doing? You don't have to worry about Death bothering you anymore, because I KILLED him. Have a nice day." Okay the last note was dripping with exaggeration and sarcasm, she knew that. She was trying to get her point across. That this was an unwise decision. Capturing Death/Gambit would be the only sound mission, other than killing him. "Yeah, that's right, Scott. Murdered Gambit. That's who's hidden deep beyond the depths of all those layers of darkness covering him." S_Summers "I am not about to let those.... lackeys of Magneto enter our mansion. I take out Death, we buy more time. Jean I need you to train the others. Hope, you need to be there and train..." The last sentence he sounded cold. "And then to add to that last cold...note. I hate to inform you of this Scott. But the Brotherhood have pretty much already been here. Prime example, our wedding. I'm not just preferring to Magneto's presence. Whom else do you think has been lurking around the mansion. And everyone here has chosen to ignore their presence?" S_Summers "The more we sit and talk the more time we waste." He looked at them both. "Events are already in motion. Death will come for me and I will put him down." Not a moment after staying that he felt something hit his nose. He looked up as snow began to fall. It was the first snow of the season. He looked back down at Jean and Hope. "This is it." "The events were already in motion, while the rest of us chose to ignore them. And now we're paying a high price for it. So I'm asking. No I'm begging you. Don't do this, alone Scott. You need our help. I'm not asking you as your wife, I'm asking as your teammate."
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 3:19 pm
Scott growled under his breath. He wasn't going to kill Dea- Gambit. He was going to beat him to the point of. He shook his head. "We can't waste anymore time." He hands her a monitoring chip. "Meet me at this location with every qualified X-Man... you have 30 minutes."
((Jean, did you get my last message?))
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 6:51 pm
Sabretooth flicked his claws before him, smirking in the darkness. Hearing their fearless leader talking about how much he loathed, Magneto's lackeys. A wry laugh escaped his lips, along with a fog of his hot breath, in the cold air.
"Isn't the sayin' keep yer friends close... but yer enemies closer, one eye?"
He chuckled in his raspy tone. Eyeing the cute little red head, standing between the wanna-be-heroes of this decade. Oh, the wheels in his mind, were just a whirling on ideas. His features darkened, as he emerged out into the light.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 1:09 am
S_Summers Scott growled under his breath. He wasn't going to kill Dea- Gambit. He was going to beat him to the point of. He shook his head. "We can't waste anymore time." He hands her a monitoring chip. "Meet me at this location with every qualified X-Man... you have 30 minutes."
And jean had a big point about gambit. no one was going to die.. at least not yet anyway. and either way, she never really did well with orders especially when too much was at stake.
She felt oddly warm in the cold weather ensueing around them.Der Schlachter Sabretooth flicked his claws before him, smirking in the darkness. Hearing their fearless leader talking about how much he loathed, Magneto's lackeys. A wry laugh escaped his lips, along with a fog of his hot breath, in the cold air. "Isn't the sayin' keep yer friends close... but yer enemies closer, one eye?"He chuckled in his raspy tone. Eyeing the cute little red head, standing between the wanna-be-heroes of this decade. Oh, the wheels in his mind, were just a whirling on ideas. His features darkened, as he emerged out into the light.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 10:11 am
"Fe... Fi.. Fo... Fum... what do we have here kiddos?" He sniffed the air, smelling Wolverine, yet he wasn't present. Except this kid, now holding the two leaders back by their arms. Creed couldn't help but laugh dryly under his breath.
His golden cat like eyes, narrowed to slits as he stepped out of the darkened alleyway towards the trio. His fingers wavered lightly along his sides, as his claws grew out moreso in length. A darkened smirk, curled along his lips. Eyeing the trio over. Such a lovely treat, these X-Men are. Never really paying any full attention to their surroundings.
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