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Post by priest on Jun 28, 2005 20:37:54 GMT -5
Priest was pretty much left out by himself as far as the conversation went. The blonde, Alex he said his name was, gave him little more than an annoyed look. And Scott, the glasses guy, gave him even less. He did point out that his wife made the angry mob go away. He walked to the other end of the alley to thank her.
On his way there, he immediatly became jealous of this Scott guy. His wife was an amazingly leggy red head. Too bad she's married. He thought to himself. Walking up beside Jean, he said "Hey, That guy said you got rid of the crowd. Thanks, I was really afraid someone was going to get hurt there." Priest held out his hand to her. His anger was waning away so he probably wouldn't hurt her hand.
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Post by Cyclops on Jun 29, 2005 15:10:40 GMT -5
Scott was mildly annoyed when the man in eye-patch didn't even acknowledge his words, and more than mildly annoyed as he headed straight for Jean. He hoped that he didn't thank her in a similar way to the way he had thanked Alex. Or try anything else.
"Scott Summers, you say?" Alex sounded shocked. "Summers is my real family name. Have you ever been to Nebraska?"
Nebraska? Scott had been raised in Sinister's orphanage in Omaha, Nebraska. Hope rose in his heart, as there was beginning to be too many coincidences here. He took a deep breath, and tried to remain calm. "Yeah, I grew up in an orphanage there in Omaha. My parents died in a plane crash. I had a younger brother, but he was adopted out while I was in the hospital recovering. His name was Alex too."
There, he'd said it. No more caution, no more chances. He hoped against hope that some of this would sound familiar to the man standing in front of him. He'd never known a sense of family and belonging until he'd joined the X-Men, until he'd met Jean. Now, with the world about to come crashing down on all mutantkind, he might actually have found the only family he had left in this world.
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Post by havok on Jun 29, 2005 18:53:56 GMT -5
Alex was absolutely amazed. There was no way that this man wasn't his older brother. There was way too many coincidences. He was so young when he was adopted that he barely remembered the crash where his parents were killed, even though it has haunted his dreams for many years, or his older brother who saved his life. The orphanage adopted him out pretty quickly, as he has been told many times by his adopted parents.
"There is no denying that I was that same Alex," he said still stunned. The sheer coincidence of this happening was remarkable. How could his older brother be standing in front of him? He tried to search for his brother after he graduated college but the orphanage wasn't there anymore. All hope was lost when he found the old place that he called home at one point in ruins. "I never got a chance to say thank you for saving my life," Alex's face hardened. His jaws clenched together. "I tried looking for you but the orphanage burned down," he explained. He never once took his eyes off his brother, studying his facial features and overall look. If this was the only time he'd ever get to see his older brother then he didn't want to forget it.
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Post by npc on Jul 3, 2005 8:46:52 GMT -5
He watched quietly from the shadows, the voices caught his attention drawing him into a state of awareness. He was the Pariah, the one forced to watch histories events unfold unable to alter them, yet he could shape them. Pariah was drawn to the darkest events in history, a curse of sins long forgotten.
His ability to merge with the fabric of time protected him from being seen. Often he felt helpess, trapped like a fly in amber, unable to even cover his eyes. A beeping noise coming from his wrist brought him quickly out of his thoughts. His hand out of habit, activated the remote device bringing it to life.
A face appeared on the hologram before, distorted, but clearly a face. "I see you have arrived."
"Yes my master, it is as you have said. They are gathered as you said they would be." Pariah's face showed no emotion, no indication of where his thoughts lay. A simple stoic look was his only window to the outside.
"Good very good. Is everything in place?"
"Yes my master, it is as you have ordered."
"Yes of course it is, how would it be any other way?", a manical laugh penetrated the hologram, causing Pariah to almost stir, but his emotions remained unrevealed as the image faded.
"By your leave my master...", Pariah watched as the hologram dissipated, the unsavory task before him becoming clear.
His hand shook violently as it was the first part of him to penetrate the quantum barrier between realities. He emerged into the time of the X-men dressed as an ordinary everyday citizen. His only obvious link to being a time traveler was the device he wore on his arm, covered by a heavy jacket.
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Post by Phoenix on Jul 5, 2005 1:00:23 GMT -5
The crowd had broken up for the most part, heading back to their activities nearly a half hour ago. Jean took a deep breath, her gloved hands sliding deep into her pockets. She needed a few moments of rest. Controlling a large crowd like that wasn’t too difficult, but it wasn’t cake, either. So many thoughts and emotions from each person.
As she rested near the entrance of the car rental shop, Jean focused her attention across the street to where Scott was talking with a blonde man and a man who seemed to be wearing an eye patch. Moments later, the man with the eye patch walked across the street and headed for Jean.
"Hey, That guy said you got rid of the crowd. Thanks, I was really afraid someone was going to get hurt there." He offered her his hand in thanks.
Jean smiled, removing her right hand from her pocket to shake his. He had a strong grip. ”Oh, that’s my husband, Scott.” It never hurt to include that bit of information, seeing as her hands were gloved and her left ring finger wasn’t visible at the moment. The man’s words, along with what she sensed about him, indicated that he was either a mutant himself or at least pro-mutant rights. It also told her that he knew she was a mutant. “Something had to be done about it. I’m just glad no one was injured.”
Releasing his hand, she began, “Do you—“ A surge of shock and excitement, along with apprehension burst quietly into her mind. Her words cut off as her eyes darted towards Scott. His emotions were high, and they seeped over their bond.
<”Scott? Are you all right?”> Brows creasing momentarily Jean called to him before returning her attention back towards the man with the eye patch, although still a bit distracted. She continued her question from before, emerald eyes flicking between the man with the eye patch and the blonde standing with her husband. “Do you have ‘gifts’ as well?”
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 5, 2005 1:20:51 GMT -5
"There is no denying that I was that same Alex," Alex claimed sounding as stunned as Scott felt. "I never got a chance to say thank you for saving my life. I tried looking for you but the orphanage burned down."
Cyclops could only nod mutely at first, as if he was not quite comphrending what he was saying. Then he heard Jean in his mind. <”Scott? Are you all right?”> At first, he couldn't think of how to respond to her either. He'd found his little brother, after all these years of wondering and hoping. He was standing in front of him, looking at him.
"Alex?" he managed, taking a step forward. He looked down. "I don't have any idea of what to say. I've dreamed of this day for a lot of years and everything I ever planned on saying just flew out my mind." He held out his hand again. "It's good to see you again, little brother."
In his mind, he could barely contain the shock and joy and confusion. < It's Alex, Jean, > he managed to respond finally. < He's my brother. I can't believe it.... > He paused, trying to put together a coherent thought. < It's Alex...He's right in front of me. How can this be? >
On the surface Scott seemed a bit shocked, yet calm and collected. His emotions and thoughts were in turmoil though. How much to tell him? Should he tell him anything at all? Was his brother a mutant as well? Would he accept Scott being one? These and a hundred more questions ran through his mind.
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Post by havok on Jul 5, 2005 6:12:12 GMT -5
Alex looked down at his older brother's hand as it was extended out for another greeting. He took it easily but instead of shaking it, he pulled him closer to embrace his brother. After so many years, they were finally reunited.
"It's good to see you, again," Alex said as he took a step back. The overwhelming joy he had for finally meeting Scott took it's toll on him. He had no idea what to say. Alex searched for him through their old orphanage but came up with nothing. There were no leads and no trace of either of them being there.
"Now take off those goofy glasses and let me see my brother. It's been too long since we've seen each other," Alex said. He had a permanent smile plastered on his face. There were no words that could describe the feelings inside him. There were just too many: cruiosity, joy, confusion, and sheer paranoia. Alex couldn't tell if his older brother even cared to see him again or if he ever bothered to search for him. Those thoughts were pushed out of his mind for the time being. Right now, all Alex wanted to do was catch up with his older brother Scott. Everything else didn't matter at the moment.
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Post by priest on Jul 5, 2005 23:45:38 GMT -5
She immediately mentioned her husband. She must have caught him looking at her. Deciding it best to simply leave it alone he stayed silent. Something had to be done about it. I’m just glad no one was injured. Apparently so did she. "Well, the world could do with a few less racist pions but I didn't want to be one to do it." He said, coldly.
As he talked to the woman, he watched the two other guys down the street. They were staring at each other. Do you have gifts as well? "Gifts?" he said, only half listening as he looked at the blonde guy and Scott. "Oh, you mean am I a mutant. Yeah, I am. Either that or I'm just lucky."
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Post by Phoenix on Jul 6, 2005 0:09:04 GMT -5
The man in front of her seemed distracted as well. His eye, the one not covered, kept darting towards Scott and the blonde-haired man he was talking with.
A surge of confusing shock and joy swirled through her mind as Scott replied, <” It's Alex, Jean. He's my brother. I can't believe it....”> His brother? Scott’s younger brother, whom Scott had feared he would never see again? < “It's Alex...He's right in front of me. How can this be?” >
All the joy and shock made sense to her now. Jean’s own emotions began to swell as she held her breath. Could it really be him? Scott had wanted this for so long. To be reunited with the only living blood relative he could possibly have. Jean knew he loved her, but the love he had for Alex was a different kind. Something that had been lost. Buried, deep within that he might not ever regain. Now, if this truly was Alex, Scott’s younger brother, that void would be filled.
A new emotion crept over their bond. Hope.
<”Is it really him? How do you know?”> Her mental voice hopeful, Jean’s eyes glanced over at Scott and the possible younger Summers brother as they hugged, before looking back to the man standing beside her, not wanting him to think she wasn’t paying attention.
"Gifts? Oh, you mean am I a mutant. Yeah, I am. Either that or I'm just lucky." Jean’s brows arched slightly. “Lucky, in what way?” Perhaps he was a mutant who had some kind of mutation dealing with luck, or a human who just considered himself that way. Usually not one to go poking in heads uninvited unless the situation called for it, like earlier, Jean kept her mental blocks up concerning the outside world, save for the mental waves open between her and Scott. Though she could just imagine his usual collected façade, his emotions were nearly palatable.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 6, 2005 1:45:39 GMT -5
Scott stiffened at first as Alex hugged him, then relaxed enough to return the embrace briefly. He could hear Jean's doubting words in his mind. < He knows about the plane crash, and the orphanage and he recognized my name... He thanked me for saving his life. > His thoughts were jumbled together as he fought to keep his outer calm. < Jean, I think it really is him.. >
"Now take off those goofy glasses and let me see my brother. It's been too long since we've seen each other." Alex's request cut like a knife. He had asked the one thing Cyclops could not do. His heart plummeted. How could he explain that if he removed the glasses, he could hurt or kill someone with his uncontrollable mutation? He took a deep breath and decided to tell him the truth. Who knows, since he had helped a mutant, maybe it wouldn't matter to him? Maybe he was a mutant as well? Scott had to wonder.
"I can't Alex," he told him, looking him as straight in the eyes as he could through the ruby-quartz lenses of his ever present sunglasses. "During the fall, the plane crash, when we were kids...my brain was damaged." He shook his head and lowered his voice a bit. "I'm a mutant Alex. I shoot concussive energy blasts from my eyes. The lenses of these glasses block the rays and protect everyone from my powers. If I took off my glasses and looked at you, the force of the blast would rip you apart and blow a hole in the building behind you. I'm sorry."
There he'd said it. The hope Jean was feeling gave him more hope. Alex seemed to accept mutants by his actions earlier. Hopefully, he'd accept a brother who was one as well. Scott didn't want to think about if he could not accept it. He'd have lost his one chance to reconnect with his only living blood relative. A chance he'd never have again.
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Post by havok on Jul 6, 2005 8:44:53 GMT -5
Alex couldn't help but understand his brother's plight. He felt the restriction of his containment suit on a daily basis and it annoyed the hell out of him. It was an odd power that Scott had, though. Alex knew of his lack of control and now his brother's lack of control. Could it be herditary? Alex wondered. It was a shame, really. So many burdens on top of trying to hide their powers from society. Alex really felt sorry for Scott. At least his own powers were somewhat concealed much better than a pair of sunglasses.
"I guess we have something else in common then, brother," Alex simply remarked. He wondered if their powers were similar, if a containment suit would help his brother as well. Then he wouldn't have to use the sunglasses if he had better control. "If I don't use this suit," Alex pulled him his sweatshirt to show him the middle section of his containment suit. "Then my heat waves are completely out of control and it can injure or even kill a lot of people," Alex said sadly. He wasn't proud of his lack of control but if anyone could understand, it was Scott.
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Post by priest on Jul 6, 2005 13:28:11 GMT -5
Lucky, In what way? She said as Priest watched the two guys hugging. It struck him as very odd. He got the impression that they had never met before. Turning back to the woman, who he just realized he hadn't introduced himself too, he said. "I'm sorry, I was watching them instead of paying attention like I should. My name's Priest by the way." He smiled for the sake of being courteous. "And Yes, I am a mutant. Because of my powers, my mood often effects the atmosphere around me. That's what I meant by being lucky."
Although Priest wanted to look back at the two men across the street. He tried to stay focused on the woman in front of him. Which wasn't hard, considering how she looked. Only problem there was he didn't want to be caught looking again. "So I'm guessing you are too. Maybe something to do with Pheramones?"
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Post by Phoenix on Jul 7, 2005 0:05:45 GMT -5
Jean’s heart beat a little faster, hearing Scott’s reply. < He knows about the plane crash, and the orphanage and he recognized my name... He thanked me for saving his life. > Everything sounded quick and chaotic, like he was trying hard to let it all sink in. < Jean, I think it really is him.. >
At this her pulse quickened. Was it really Alex? Scott seemed to believe so. Everything from the way he was ‘speaking’ to the emotions he was emitting told her he truly believed the blonde-haired man was his younger brother. Jean hoped the blonde truly was, and this wasn’t some twisted joke. Being in the X-Men gave them plenty of enemies, and she wouldn’t put it past a few of them to try to pull something over them.
On the other hand, it wouldn’t do much good. Though she usually didn’t probe into people’s minds without a valid reason, Jean could easily grace the mind of the person claiming to be Alex and see if he was indeed telling the truth. Eyes on the two, she tilted her head to the side for a moment.
With Scott’s emotional roller coaster riding over their mental rapport, Jean had been a bit distracted. She realized the man standing next to her was speaking. Eyes peeling from Scott and Alex, she gave him a smile as he introduced himself.
"I'm sorry, I was watching them instead of paying attention like I should. My name's Priest by the way.” Priest gave her a smile. “And Yes, I am a mutant. Because of my powers, my mood often effects the atmosphere around me. That's what I meant by being lucky."
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I was sort of distracted as well.” Jean’s head tilted to the side, her eyes locked on his, processing what he’d said about his mutation. “Sort of like influencing to work in your favor.” It sounded like a useful mutation to have.
Priest then focused on Jean as well. "So I'm guessing you are too. Maybe something to do with Pheramones?"
Jean shook her head, her lips tilting in a smile, “Close.” From the display with the anti-mutant crowd, Jean understood how he might think so. “Not so much pheromones as—“ Jean stopped speaking and switched to using telepathy. < "—Telepathy. It comes hand in hand with my other mutation." > Priest didn’t seem like the type to mind if she demonstrated her mental ability.
Her eyes sparkling a bit, she glanced at torn page of The Washington Post that lay on the ground. To other passersby it would look like the newspaper had been blown into the garbage can by the wind. But before it took flight, Jean had folded it into a paper airplane with her telekinesis, shielding the action from any others.
She gave Priest a smile as she shrugged her shoulders a bit, her coat secure around her to help protect from the cold. “Gotta pick up the trash somehow.”
Suddenly a new emotion washed over her. Nervousness. Scott’s shocked excitement was laced with anxiety, and Jean wanted to know why. Something was happening between the two possible brothers.
“Priest, do you know the other man with Scott? If you don’t, what do you say we go introduce ourselves?” Jean motioned for Priest to join her as she began across the street. She was ready to meet the younger Summers brother. Scott’s emotions were all over the place, and he had yet to ask her to come over so they could be introduced. Not that she blamed him. Meeting family you feared you’d never get to encounter was an understandably important event. Taking the initiative Jean approached them slowly, coming to stand near Scott. ”It looks like there’s an important conference going on.” Teasing a bit, Jean gave the blonde-haired man a smile, holding out her hand. “I’m Jean, Scott’s wife.” Holding her eyes to his, she let herself be very aware to get a sense of him.
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Post by Cyclops on Jul 7, 2005 0:32:52 GMT -5
Scott wasn't surprised his brother was a mutant, but the fact Alex couldn't control his powers stunned him a bit. Perhaps he had also had his ability to control his powers damaged in the plane crash. He noted the black and white suit his brother wore underneath his clothing. A full containment suit. That had be rough. He thought wearing special sunglasses or visors all the time was hard. Wearing a full suit would be almost like what Rogue suffered through. He let out a long heavy breath. "I'm sorry to hear that Alex," he said quietly.
Suddenly Jean's voice tore his attention away. ”It looks like there’s an important conference going on.”, she broke into the conversation. Cyclops looked over his shoulder at her as she approached. The man with the eyepatch was following her towards them. Jean's emotion were as calm and steady as Scott's were in turmoil right now. “I'm Jean, Scott’s wife.” She held out her hand to Alex, meeting his gaze and giving him a slight smile.
Scott instantly felt badly. He had been so wrapped up in just meeting his brother again after a lifetime of being apart, he'd forgotten to introduce him to his wife. < I'm sorry, honey, > he told her, a brief apologetic smile accompanying the thought. < I just got caught up with... > He paused, realizing he didn't have to explain to Jean what he had been thinking and feeling. She already knew. It was comforting to have her understand him so easily. He relaxed a bit and nodded to the man with the eyepatch as well. He would let Alex introduce himself. For now, Cyclops needed to gather his wits and his thought and decide was to do next. Once again, his mind filled with anxious questions. How much to tell his brother about his life. Honestly, he had no idea.
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Post by priest on Jul 7, 2005 1:44:40 GMT -5
Sort of like influencing to work in your favor. That wasn't exactly right, but it wasn't wrong either. It was hard for Priest to explain what his powers were. In truth, he didn't completely understand how they worked. He tried to work out the words in his head while she explained her powers.
His thoughts were broken, however, when her voice sounded throughout his mind. He was put off at the most but not overwhelmed by by her presence. Then watching her play with the piece of paper, he said "That explains a lot." Her powers were impressive, certainly more versatile than his powers, although they had advantages too.
Just as he was getting back into his train of thought, she pulled him away to the other guys. He just followed along. As she introduced herself, Priest noticed the weird looks on both men's faces. Something was going on here that was way over his head. Anyway, he followed suit and introduced himself to the two men. "I'm Priest, Thanks for the help back there." he said to both men.
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