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Post by Cyclops on Sept 29, 2005 19:05:32 GMT -5
The front yard of the Instute consists mostly of a large circle drive. There is a manicured lawn and a stone walk way up to the steps leading to the double oak front doors.
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Post by Cable on Nov 3, 2005 16:42:54 GMT -5
Nathan slowly guided himself down into the front yard about fifty feet in away from the front door. He could feel his heart pounding as he walked the short distence. What would he say to them? Hi, I'm your son. By the way, I'm not only seven years older than I should be but also a cyborg, he thought with a heavy sigh. That probably wouldn't be the way to go. The key was his mother and her telpathic abilities. She would be able to sense it was him, hopefully. The nagging thought that kept coming back was: if that were the case, how come she wasn't able to follow him when he was taken? From what he remembered as a baby, he had no reason to believe they wouldn't look for him.
Nathan reached the door just as he was realizing he had never been this nervous over anything. It wasn't like him to sweat this much. He always kept his composure, until now. Beside the door was an intercom system. He pressed a button with his bionic arm and said "Hello, could someone let me in?"
Nathan nervously shifted from one foot to the other and back again while waiting for a reply. Would his parents be the ones to greet him, or possibly Betsy or Sean? Did they even still live here? The one thought that never passed through his mind was to just walk away. One way or the other, he was going to settle up with his past today.
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Post by archangel on Nov 3, 2005 21:56:23 GMT -5
Warren had finished getting dressed for his next class. It was his philosophy class so he was allowed to dress more casual, it helped him to get the children to relax. Frankly when it came to his students he had a somewhat tougher time then the rest of the teachers. His students from flight class all liked him and he got along with them fine. But for his philosophy and econ class he got the vibe that his students where intimidated by him. Some of his friends had tried to act more casual around them. With a dark t-shirt, jeans and boots. He was about to grab his stuff and go to class when he heard over the intercom
Hello, could someone let me in? Archangel's room wasnt that far away and so he rushed downstairs and went to the door. He looked through the peephole and saw a strange man standing there. Warren wasnt sure who he was but knew that this could be trouble. He hit the intercom to speak down to the War Room.
"Sean, Betsy would you come up here please?" After he took his hand off the button he opened the door and stood in the doorway as he blocked any chance for the stranger to come in.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
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Post by Phoenix on Nov 3, 2005 23:24:02 GMT -5
[Cross-posted to Cyclops and Phoenix's Administrative Offices]
Only Sean, Betsy, and Scott knew of what had happened, and Jean knew none of them would do something so cruel. Betsy was the only other one who could sense mental signatures, and even she might not remember what Nathan's was. Not in the way that Jean knew him. If this was some kind of sick, twisted joke, after she got some answers, Jean was going to make this person hurt in ways never thought possible. Trying to stay as calm as possible, she skimmed the surface of the newcomer's mind, as light as possible without invading, trying to make sense of what was going on outside.
< May we help you? > Deciding the resemblence to their child's mental signature was too much, Jean's apprehension and need for answers took over, asking the new visitor via telepathy, trying to be as civil as possible. She barely registered Warren's presence. So help this newcomer if he was screwing with them. Trying her hardest to not search through his mind to get some answers, Jean held her breath while waiting his reply.
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Post by Psylocke on Nov 4, 2005 14:56:10 GMT -5
((Cross posted from War Room))
Pressing the button, she said, “I'll get Scott since it looks like we have a new student and he's just down the hall.”
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Post by Cable on Nov 5, 2005 22:29:49 GMT -5
Nathan didn’t have to wait long until someone came to the door, a blue someone. Well, odder things have been seen. Hell, Essex was completely white with those weird little things on his forehead. This guy seemed on edge. His aura was showing his true feelings. Nathan often wondered what it must be like not to be a telepath. Do these people have any idea just how much of their feelings show without even trying to invade their minds? Not like he was hiding it anyway. He was blocking the door and trying to scare Nathan with the look on his face. Sorry guy, you can’t deter me, not today. “I’m...looking to enroll,” he lied, well more like half-truthed. He assumed he would enroll, if they wanted him. That nagging thought came back again.
<May we help you?> It was her, Jea...mom. He inhaled swiftly at the ‘sound’ of her voice in his head. Suddenly, his mind was a mess. All he’d thought about for the last day and a half was finding his parents, now one was in his head and he didn’t know what to say. < I...um...uh Why didn’t you come for me? > It was the only coherent thought he could form. It was also the most important thing he needed to know. If he was somehow hidden and shielded from her telepathy, he could understand. If they were just happy he was gone, then to hell with them all.
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Post by archangel on Nov 5, 2005 23:11:00 GMT -5
I'll get Scott since it looks like we have a new student and he's just down the hall Betsy replied from the intercom. This made Warren relax a little bit, whatever this kid's intention's where at least he would have back up soon.
I’m...looking to enroll the stranger had said. Warren didnt know what was going and had a bad feeling about the entire situation.
"Well then welcome. If you will be patient someone should come down to speak with you in just a few moments." Warren kept his gaze but at least he turned and gestured for him to step inside the mansion.
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Post by Phoenix on Nov 6, 2005 0:13:11 GMT -5
[Cross-posted with Cyclops and Phoenix's Administrative Offices]
< I...um...uh Why didn’t you come for me? > Flustered, his mental voice rang throughout her psyche. Why didn’t she come for him? Why didn’t you come for me?
Involuntarily the events of that day rushed back, flooding through her mind. Leaving Nathan with Askani. Discovering the explosion. Thinking she could still feel him for a long time. Actually believing he was still alive. Later realizing she could no longer feel him in her mind. He was just gone. It was then she knew he had truly passed away.
All the grief she felt came rushing back coupled with an exploding anger. WHY didn’t they come for him? Because he’s dead, that’s why!
Simmering in stunned silence Jean nearly began to shout but counted to ten, trying to quell her wrath, < Who. Are. You? And how do you know about my son? About our son? > Jean corrected herself, because she could feel Scott nearing Warren and the boy. She was torn between ransacking this kid’s mind and her moral ethics of leaving him his privacy. The anxious emotions he was emitting were true—not faked or put on for show. If he truly believed he was who he thought he was—
< Our son—if you know about him, then you know what happened to him. > Jean’s mental voice was almost a whisper now, willing herself not to cry. Her chest felt tight and her eyes began to well up with tears but she would not let them fall. Blinking rapidly Jean reached for Scott, who could undoubtedly feel what was going on inside of her. She felt guilty for being unable to stop these emotions from seeping into him but couldn’t help herself. Coupled with his own feelings washing over her she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep the tears at bay much longer.
< He just asked why I didn’t come for him. Why we didn’t come for him. > Her mental voice was filled with grief, shaky and on the brink of tears. This boy knew more than she’d originally thought. Did he actually think he was their son? It wasn’t possible. Their son was gone, in a battle so long ago.
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Post by Cyclops on Nov 6, 2005 0:37:24 GMT -5
Scott entered foyer, only barely keeping himself from breaking into a dead run. Jean's fear, anger, and grief were becoming almost overwhelming. It was all he could do not run back to her. He was nearly to the entryway when Warren stepped back motioning to the visitor to enter. "Well then welcome. If you will be patient someone should come down to speak with you in just a few moments."
He stopped a couple of yards from the entryway, staring at the teenager on stoop. He was tall, well-muscled but lean, not much shorter than Scott, with dark hair, the front a bit lighter. His left eye was strange, it glowed slightly and what of his left arm was visible looked like a robot's. Or a cybernetic limb.
Anguish ripped through him as Jean's emotion raged across their link. < He just asked why I didn’t come for him. Why we didn’t come for him. > The question was a stab in the heart. How could they come for him? He was dead.
Scott's mind rebelled. This was impossible, this boy was too old, Nathan was a baby, if he lived he'd be ten. He stood there mutely, staring at the teenager, fighting to keep some scrap of his composure. He could feel himself shaking, he'd not felt this way, not felt Jean so completely devastated, since the day they'd found Askani's safe house destroyed and knew their son was dead.
Somehow, he found his voice. He forced himself to look into the boy's eyes. "Who are you?"
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Post by Cable on Nov 6, 2005 17:29:41 GMT -5
He could feel anguish, apprehension and anger pouring through the connection to his mother. Nathan tried to stay objective and not fly off the handle. He knew this would be a hard pill for them to swallow. Here he was, back from the dead(as far as they knew) and nearly ten years older than he should be. <Who. Are. You? And how do you know about my son? About our son?> She was angry, that much was obvious. < I am your son, > he finally just said it. She had probably figured out what he was trying to say by now, but just in case...
The blue guy stepped aside but he still wasn’t satisfied. He was still projecting his distrust of Nathan and his eyes still hadn’t pulled away from him yet. He seemed satisfied with the knowledge that Nathan’s father was on his way. His father! Until two days ago, Nathan didn’t think he’d ever see that person. He wasn’t thinking about what would happen when his father was as angry as he no doubt would be by this time. He never saw that anger as a baby.
Nathan was still listening for his mother when the blue guy moved. <Our son—if you know about him, then you know what happened to him.> Her voice was so low and he could hear the pain he was causing her. He didn’t want to do this to her but the unfortunate truth was that it was going to get worse before it got any better. He had almost stamped out the thought that they didn’t want him. She wouldn’t be in this much pain if they didn’t. < I do know, and I’ll tell you everything, if you’ll let me. > he was trying to sound comforting. Unfortunately, he didn’t get much comfort from Essex. He said that kind of comfort was a crutch, and Nathan didn’t need any of it if he was going to be a strong leader.
With the blue guy inviting him in, Nathan took a few steps, just crossing the doorway. He stopped dead in his tracks though when his father arrived. He was a mess, so many emotions clouding his aura right now. Who are you? He stared a hole into Nathan, eye to eye. Nathan didn’t back down. Looking right into his father’s eyes, he said “Nathan Christopher Charles Dayspring Summers.”
((I guess we should move this to the Foyer now so I'm going to exit and crosspost))
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Post by Cuckoos on Jan 7, 2006 0:48:52 GMT -5
((Enter Esme from the Cuckoos’ Nest. There is no actual Garage yet, so I will have to post it here until then.))
Esme had decided it was time to get out and stretch her legs. She was halfway down the tree that Celeste often used for her late night boy rendezvous when she decided a change of clothes would be preferable. Quickly, scrambling back into her room she went inside the closet and discarded her current ensemble.
Soon, she was once again on the tree, this time wearing a red halter-top with dark colored jeans. Not that what she had been wearing before was bad, but when going out people should always look exceptionally well.
She made it down the tree, without incident. Which brought a smile to her face. If Celeste could do it, she damn well could too. Besides all the strength training they did here was not just to pass the time.
Using her telepathic skills to hide her presence, she made her way into the garage. Which was of course locked. Only, a five-digit access code could open the door. But for Esme that was hardly a problem. She always used her telepathic skill on others, trying to hone her gifts, this meant even teachers. Sure, Mrs. Grey and Ms. Braddock were closed minds unless they were to invite her in. And they usually kept Mr. Summers and Mr. Cassidy’s mind shielded as well. But lucky for her not all teachers had telepathic skills, the only one that had some form of natural immunity was Ms. Munroe, the elemental energies she commanded created a type of interference, not to all but most telepathic probes.
Esme quickly punched in the code and the green light beside the door appeared. Bingo, they had not changed it yet. Looking around the large garage she found the car that was to her liking. She went to the wall and took the keys from there. It was Mr. Cassidy’s car but with the Red Guard agent here she was sure he would not miss it.
Sliding into the vehicle, she put the keys into the ignition and got the motor going. She then used the garage remote to open the door. Pretty soon she was flying down the driveway. Another remote was used to open up the gates. Freedom at last.
((Exit Esme to Salem Center, New York))
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Post by archangel on Jan 12, 2006 0:53:16 GMT -5
<Continued from Back Yard>
Warren drifted over the top of the Mansion had a gentle speed as he carried Ash in his arms. Moving slower with another person in his arms was somewhat of a strain but for reasons he couldn't understand Warren didn't seem to care. Something about Ash made him feel more comfortable then he had ever known. With a final sudden flutter of his metallic wings Warren softly touched down. He held Ash within his arms perhaps for a second longer then he should have. Warren let go and took a step back, he didnt retract his wings this time as he wanted to give them a chance to help strech his now tensing back muscles. He made a low majestic bow with his head down.
"As you have asked my lady so it has been done." As his head was down Warren saw from the corner of his eye that the garage door was open and it seemed obvious that someone had driven down the driveway very fast. He made a note to check on that later.
He stood back up and streched his muscles slightly.
"Well Ash, you manage to make it safely through your first flight that didnt involve an aircraft. Now that wasnt so bade was it?"
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Post by Ash on Jan 16, 2006 12:06:15 GMT -5
As you wish? Oh god. Had Warren ever seen the Princess bride? No. no. no. Now she was being paranoid. It was just all the things that had happened today. It was just a coincidence. Hee hadn't ment anything like that. He was just a little happier than usual, which under the circumstances, Ash could totally understand. All she needed to do is take it as it was given and not think to deep. She would stay out of trouble that way.
He set her down gently, and Ash felt his hands linger a bit. If it had been anyone but him, she wouldd be worried. She stepped away as soon as he let her go and turned to see him bow. "As you have asked my lady, so it has been done." Ash smiled and pretended to cursty, "Thank you m'lord. You are very gracious."
He stood back up and Ash Grinned. "Not bad at all. Better actually, your not cramped up in a small space. I like that." Now that she was at the frotn door, her mind was already wandering to the different things she needed to do. One of them involving a computor. "I've got to go check up on something, your welcome to accompany me if you want."
After getting Warren's reply, Ash turned and headed up to her room.
(Hey, this is leading up to Ash leaving for a while, so their plans for dinner in the town would be canceled... I don't know how you want him to find out, but I left it open for you to figure out later or find out now... I'm going to have ash leave. If you decide to go with, then go ahead and post after me in Ash's room, if not then thanks for rping with me, it was fun)
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Post by Ash on Jan 24, 2006 17:03:34 GMT -5
(ok... so like Esme, Ash is exiting from the Garage)
Ash dumped her duffle bag in the back of her red convertable. Closing her door she walked to the front and stuck her purse on the floor and her laptop on the seat next to her own. After buckling herself in she started to dial the only number she could think to call. She backed out and headed toward the gate.
She didn't actually press talk until she was out of the gate and on the road, just for precaution sake. She didn't want anyone stopping her till she was gone. She knew her actions were rash, but she just had to do it... besides she could blame it on the day... EVERYONE would except that much.
As Besty's cell began to ring Ash hooked up her ear mic and set the phone down in the cupholder. Might as well be safe when you drive.
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Post by Psylocke on Jan 26, 2006 9:38:59 GMT -5
((Crossposted from War Room))
Just then, her cellphone began to ring. Removing the device from the sash on her uniform, she saw Ash's name and answered, "Yes, Ash?"
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