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Post by malgray on Apr 16, 2005 11:54:10 GMT -5
The guards had practicaly ignored Logan as he wondered through the main gate protecting the inner sanctum of the Brotherhood. Having expected more resistance, Wolverine began to become extremely weary...
"This is too easy.." He thought to himself.
Being an excellent tracker had worked in Logans favor. It hadn't taken long for his highly sensitive nose to pick up on the very faint scents that were familar to him. The scent being weak was not good sign it was possible she had already left the island.
"Gambit? Now it makes sense...Rogue..sweetheart...we gotta talk.."
Another scent caught his attention it was strong acrid, like a cold blooded animal would be. Logan sniffed at the air trying to get a better idea of where it was coming from, but the prevailing and shifting winds of this area made it next to impossible to determine its exact location.
There was another scent too not as strong as the other. there was no smell of adrenaline in this one. It was more relaxed, confident. Which Logan knew it could mean only one thing.. Trouble..
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Post by hybrid on Apr 17, 2005 21:04:35 GMT -5
Hybrid stood still for a moment before deciding to scale a tree and hide. An ambush was most likely the best course of action here, assuming the mutant called Wolverine couldn't sense him in any way. Hybrid had no idea what to expect with this mutant, but he was hopeful that his own brute strength would work to his advantage.
He tried his best to quiet his breaths but each exhale sounded like air being let out of a large tire.
He gripped a tree branch with one huge clawed fist and launched himself up through the leaves and high into the tree. Hybrid hooked his massive right arm around the tree trunk and waited for his prey to pass underneath....
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Post by malgray on Apr 18, 2005 16:31:30 GMT -5
Wolverine had thought he had heard something, though with the blowing wind it was hard to be sure. Seeing caution as a better approach Logan unsheathed his claws. He winced while gritting his teeth, as he could never quite get use to the pain.
*moments later*
The opening to the main entrance way of the complex was within sight, still he was unable to get a clear direction of where Rogue may be. Then there was the feeling he was having that someone was watching him, but wasnt someone always watching?
"Logan your getting paranoid in your old age. Whatever that is.."
Wolverine looked up as the moon was going behind the clouds, if anything was going to happen it would be now...
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Post by exodus on Apr 19, 2005 11:01:06 GMT -5
Exodus stood silent as his partner left him to climb a tree. I guess searching for the intruder was not an option anymore. He continued the search telepathically, stretching his psionic powers throughout the island. Everyone was a stranger to him. He couldn't tell who was supposed to be there or not.
Exodus lifted himself back to his perch above the main door. There was someone nearby but he couldn't tell if it was the intruder or not. This person was paranoid. It would be a dead give away, if this was the intruder. Exodus chose to study him closer, to see if he was the person they were searching for.
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Post by xavier on Apr 24, 2005 17:50:51 GMT -5
Via mental communications
<"TO ALL X-MEN THIS IS XAVIER, STORM IS IN DANGER, ALL X-MEN RENDEVOUS AT THE PMCF! I REPEAT ALL ABLE X-MEN MUST RESPOND!">
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Post by malgray on Apr 25, 2005 9:42:25 GMT -5
The message seemed to pierce Logans brain, it was clear that this mission, whatever it was, was over.
"Great now what? Storm in trouble, well I guess my work here is done. Rogue guess your on your own. Not like you needed my help anyway."
Logan turned around, heading back to the dock.
<Heads back to the Dock>
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Post by sabretooth on Apr 25, 2005 12:39:01 GMT -5
Sabretooth burst through the door, sniffing loudly as he did so. He let out a low growl before quikly running off towards hamemr bay ports.
"You can run my lil tin can, but I will find you and break you good!"
Sabretooth ran down a dusty trail, still in hot puruit of Wolverine. His last scustle with the X-Man was in a facility in Canada, he had gone there to find his past, but instead found the little runt snooping around. He would have killed him right then and there if it weren't for the X-Men intervining. Sabretooth burst through the gates, heading to the ports.
((Continued in Hammer Bay Ports))
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Post by exodus on Apr 25, 2005 13:41:23 GMT -5
Exodus heard the psionic outburst from the unknown voice. The voice made the suspected intruder to turn and run the opposite direction. It was a powerful communication. One that Exodus fed on and soaked up the psionic trail. The snack was invigorating.
As the last of the psionic energy was taken, a beast burst through the doorways and chased the suspected intruder. There was something missing. Exodus had no idea what was going on but he knew his mission. No one was to enter this building until the threat was over. Which, by the sound of the telepathic communication, was sooner than Exodus anticipated.
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Post by exodus on Apr 29, 2005 11:00:25 GMT -5
Seeing that the intruder has run off, Exodus decided that he wasn't needed to be on guard any longer. He gently eased himself back to the ground in front of the entrance. His gaze rested on the animal in the tree. The figure didn't move and hadn't moved in quite some time. Figuring that the animal will come inside after him, Exodus turned back to the entrance to head back to the room he was just in. ((Continued in the Briefing Room))
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Post by caduceus on May 7, 2005 7:40:38 GMT -5
Jean-Paul walked out the front door, looking forward to breakfast tomorrow. Lifting off, he began to fly, not heading anywhere just cruising over the top of the compound. Speeding up, he continued his loop, faster and faster, pushing himself until he blurred and vanished from normal vision.
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Post by caduceus on May 8, 2005 4:06:59 GMT -5
After a short while cruising around, Jean-Paul headed back to the ground. It was time for bed.
Landing, Jean-Paul walked back into the compound.
Jean-Paul exits for his room
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Post by Quicksilver on Jun 1, 2005 19:50:24 GMT -5
It was near Christmas, but no snow fell in Genosha. Pietro Maximoff stared at the complex from where he was. Father I'm home.... he thought. Pietro brushed back his white hair and started to walk toward the Brotherhood complex. He was anxious to talk to his father, Magneto, after he had been away for a while.
His father scared him, and Pietro knew better than to challenge him. But he had always loved his father, and he tried to get his love. He walked up to the front door, his heart was pounding.
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Post by exodus on Jun 6, 2005 15:32:02 GMT -5
Exodus approached the main door but turned back towards the path that he took. It was not a long road but he travelled by air so it was extremely short. He hated leaving that fight the way it was. Black Tom was right where he wanted. There will be another time where they could finish it. Exodus would make sure of it.
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Post by caduceus on Jun 13, 2005 5:55:36 GMT -5
((Continued from Sabretooth's Room))
Wrinkling his nose, Jean-Paul carried Sabretooth's belongings into the front yard outside the headquarters. Dropping them with a sigh of relief, Jean-Paul shook his arms. He felt...soiled.
About to finish his community service for the day, Jean-Paul realised that there might be something revolting in Sabretooth's belongings that would stop his plan. What to do, what to do...."Ha!" Jean-Paul muttered.
Zipping briefly back to the kitchen, he returned with a bottle of cooking oil. Since they had no food, nobody was cooking anyway and there was plenty left.
Humming merrily, Jean-Paul liberally doused Creed's furs and clothes in the sticky stuff, pouring the entire bottle all over the hideous pile. The smell wafting from it was absolutely nauseating.
Pulling the corner of some unknown piece of clothing out from the pile just a bit and dipping it in the last of the oil, Jean-Paul beant down, announcing to no-one in particular "This, is for the good of all, human and mutant alike." With that, he resumed his quiet happy humming and pulled the lighter from his pocket, flicking the wheel a few times before getting a nice little spark. Cupping his hand around it to prevent any stray wind, he leant over, holding it under the cloth until the fire took a nice hold, the oil helping it flare up.
Still humming, Jean-Paul moved on to another corner, and another, starting fires all around and then lifting himself up, starting three on top of the pile as well, just for good measure.
As the oil caught, the fire flared up and a thick, boiling smoke began to waft up and over the headquarters.
Jean-Paul sat back, enjoying his little view, secure in the knowledge that he'd made the world a slightly more hygenic place. But he really did need to go and scrub the skin off his arms.
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Post by caduceus on Jun 16, 2005 7:39:05 GMT -5
Jean-Paul had been humming merrily to himself, ignoring the smell coming from the fire. It was a hell of a lot better than the smell that had been coming from Creed's clothes. Honestly, how did the man possibly expect to be stealthy, a flatscan could smell him from upwind for God's sake. The man...wafted.
Suddenly a large bong sound echoed from the general area of the entrance. If Creed was back already, he obviously hadn't done the shopping properly. On closer examination however, Jean-Paul noticed that there were two figures and he couldn't smell either of them from here so they probably weren't Creed.
Visitors? How nice.
Jean-Paul exits for Main Entrance Area
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