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Post by Mystique on Mar 21, 2005 7:26:06 GMT -5
The room (like most of the Base) is made completely of metal. Much of the Equipment inside is shi'ar, some donated by Xavier in his more friendly days with Magneto, other items taken by the Brotherhood themselves. A large oval table sits in the middle of the room, surrounded by metal chairs that somehow still manage to be comfortable. Against the far wall sits a desk. This is where Mystique generally plants herself, since she likes to be right in the thick of things, not letting anything get by her. She has files scattered across the desk but is still able to retrieve information from them at a second's notice. IT looks sloppy, but is really quite organized.
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Post by Mystique on Mar 21, 2005 7:30:48 GMT -5
Without so much as a glance behind her, Mystique made her way through the labyrnth of a base that she and the Brotherhood called home. Reaching the Briefing room, she threw open the door and headed straight for her desk.
"Have a seat. There's food in the corner there if you need anything."
She pointed to a small kitchenette located to the left of the door from which she had come. Digging through the files on her desk, she pulled out three folders and walked over to the oval table, laying them out so that she could go through the information.
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Post by zoken on Mar 21, 2005 22:52:36 GMT -5
after digging through the stuff in the kitchenette he found some celeray stalks that didn't look like they would kill him... or be a good culture for penicillin, so he grabbed the bag and walked back to the table for his briefing. he kept stealing glances at Mystique though. he couldn't help thinking she was gorgeous.
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Post by Mystique on Mar 22, 2005 3:35:41 GMT -5
"You will be posing as a member of the X-Men. It's not hard to get in, turns out they'll accept almost anyone, even ex-Brotherhood members." She opened one of the folders and pulled out a sheet of paper. "You just be yourself. If some telepath picks up on your affiliation with us, deny it. Xavier is soft, he'll let it slide." Pointing to the paper, she continued. "This is all the information that you need to know about the organization itself. Anything else, you will learn while in there."
She walked over to her computer console and typed in a command, which brought up screens on the numerous televisions around the room. "These are the X-Men. I'm sure you've heard of them, they've become rather public. Stop me if you have any questions." Highlighting one of the team photos on the screen, she clicked on Cyclops.
"Scott Summers, codename Cyclops. He is their leader. He's very tightly strung. Do not be surprised if he does not trust you. He's got a stick up his ass."
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Post by zoken on Mar 22, 2005 6:57:33 GMT -5
"Ain' no one gonn' trus' me Bonita," he said. "Foma' gang memba. will I have a contact... mebbee you?" He smiled at her sweetly.
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Post by Mystique on Mar 22, 2005 11:57:41 GMT -5
She looked at him. "Someone will believe you." Ignoring the second part of the question for the time being, she continued to run down the roster.
"This is his wife, Jean Grey-Summers. Codename Phoenix. She's a telepath. And a telekinetic. No need to worry about her as much as him, she's much more... accepting."
Highlighting another face, she continued. "Henry McCoy, the resident doctor. Beast. Despite his name, he'll have no problem with you either.
"Betsy Braddock, Psylocke. She can also read minds. And she's got a pretty nasty array of martial arts skills. She might be a little bit of a problem, but probably will not."
"Wolverine." She turned and stared the young man down, emphasizing her words. "He's dangerous. He'll probably suspect something. Take a few showers between leaving this base and arriving there."
She turned back to the screen and highlighted another face, her voice softening considerably. "Kurt Wagner. Codename Nightcrawler. He's a priest, so go easy on him. For that reason and others, if I hear that you've hurt him in any way, I will personally hunt you down and kill you."
Her voice remained calm, which added to the seriousness of her threat.
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Post by zoken on Mar 23, 2005 7:24:59 GMT -5
"I'm with you, gefe," he said. "I don't want to hurt no padre. and about changin' mi scent. also not a problem. Wit de different flowers in stuff I got, I can change it no prob, mask whatever I got. Dis Woverin bato got a good sense of smell?
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Post by Mystique on Mar 23, 2005 14:57:58 GMT -5
"He's got more than that. His senses are enhanced. All of them. So be careful."
She hit a button and the next face on the photo was highlited. "This is Rogue. No real name. Just Rogue. She's not too bright, she should give you no problems. But if the opportunity arises, feel free to choke her to death."
Highlighting yet another picture, she frowned. "Remy LeBeau, codename Gambit. He's a thief. Naturally paranoid, so be careful. But he's enamored with Rogue, so he's obviously got little or no real brains."
She highlighted the Professor. "Professor Charles Francis Xavier. Their leader and the strongest telepath on Earth. But he has a soft spot for people- human or mutant- in distress."
Clicking the program off, she turned to him. "Are you ready?"
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Post by zoken on Mar 24, 2005 11:09:43 GMT -5
"Yo soy," he said. "Now, dis Kurt. He familia? Hermano? Tio? Primo? Deres got to be more a' reason not to hurt 'im den he a padre."
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Post by Mystique on Mar 24, 2005 11:12:59 GMT -5
She narrowed her eyes... come clean?
"He's my son." She turned to the screens again and got ready to continue with the briefing, when she heard a loud noise from the hallway.
"Did you hear that? Go see who's at the door."
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Post by zoken on Mar 24, 2005 11:26:14 GMT -5
he was astounded. she barely looked older than he did. She had a son? when she told him to go check the door, he reached into one of his bandoliers and pulled out a seed. he closed his eyes for a moment, and it sprouted into a long bamboo cane. he held it like a baseball bat. he opened the door a crack to see what was going on.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 24, 2005 12:00:28 GMT -5
The door opening did not go unnoticed, and Rogue opened it the rest of the way, staring the young man down.
"Spyin' on people can get you into all kinds of trouble, sugar..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed the woman standing behind him, on the opposite side of a large table.
"Hello, Momma."
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Post by Mystique on Mar 24, 2005 12:46:10 GMT -5
"Hello, Momma."
Mystique frowned she hated being called that, especially by her. She looked past Moss toward Rogue, her face set in a stoic mode.
"Well, well, well...What the hell are you doing here?"
She didnt care that Moss was in the room, matter of fact, she had practicaly forgotten about it.
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Post by Rogue on Mar 24, 2005 13:30:04 GMT -5
Rogue returned her "mother's" stare with an equally chilling one of her own.
"Ah came t' see Magneto about...something. Had Ah known you would be here, Ah wouldn't have bothered showing up."
She looked back at Gambit who was still passed out. That was a lie. She still would have come. But Mystique didn't have to know that.
"Look, we don't really have t' talk to each other. You can go back into your little office there and finish whatever you were..." Her voice trailed off as she noticed what was on the screen. "What exactly WERE you doing, Raven?"
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Post by Mystique on Mar 24, 2005 13:51:13 GMT -5
"Ah came t' see Magneto about...something. Had Ah known you would be here, Ah wouldn't have bothered showing up."
"Yes I'm sure you would have." Mystique glared slightly at Rogue. Rogue even mentioning Magneto in some personal way was enough to ruffle her feathers. Mystique kept her calm acting as if what Rogue said had not even affected her.
"What exactly WERE you doing, Raven?"
"Oh so what happend to 'Momma'.." She said with a wicked tone in her voice.
"THAT is none of your concern."
Mystique walked toward Rogue making her way out of the briefing room into the anex adjacent to the main hall. She promptly shut the door behind her.
" You still havent told me why your here. Does it have to do with that cajun thief you got wrapped around your little finger."
Mystique's voice was harsh but in some slight way deep down inside she did care somewhat for her daughter. She would never reveal that to her no matter what, but Mystique still had to face the fact, and that made her hate Rouge even more...
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