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| Topic Started: Feb 3 2008, 03:06 AM (201 Views) | |
| Havok | Feb 2 2008, 10:23 PM Post #1 |
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So, the next plot that happens, we've all decided I guess, is the ShadowX plot, which is what I've been calling the evil!S&J plot because really, how cool a name is ShadowX :) It's going to rock, so major Kudos to Kim for coming up with it. we sort of need to get a timeline of things going, I guess, so we know how this is going to run. this is what we've talked about so far. Scott and Jean go on the honeymoon. (Incidentally while they are gone, we'll probably have the Longshot/JonnyClone/Mina/Alix confrontation to get LS out of here and on to killing Mojo, and JonnyClone/Mina to have their moment) While S&J are at the cabin, they drink the drugged wine which starts everything off, courtesy of Mystique. It begins to enhance their core personality issues-- Jean's power becoming more intrusive, Scott becoming more control oriented. Both become darker as time progresses. At the school, they start the conversions, starting with Riva, setting up the 'secret police' type organizations where the converted will report dissension, and deal with it. During this time anyone who is converted, as long as they follow the core tenets of the corrupted dream (using force and control to make the dream of mutant acceptance) they have carte blanche to say or do whatever it takes-- lie, insult, steal, bully, as long as it weakens their victim to the degree that they will be able to be overwhelmed and converted. Anyone who disagrees will be deemed a traitor to the Dream and will have to flee or be imprisoned. Mina will be targeted and she'll have to escape. X-Factor will take her in, and protect her until they figure out what's happening. Alex will seemingly defect to join his brother, but he will really be trying to stop him. When Alex is caught, S&J decide to execute him as a symbol of the sacrifices that must be made. X-Factor and the refugees make their stance, and the battle will commence. |
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| Trav | Feb 3 2008, 03:06 AM Post #2 |
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(Time of day: Afternoon, around 2:30 Place in the time-line uhm? I'm not even sure what the timeline is...) It was a neat enough place. He'd had next to no trouble getting to his dorm. thank goodness for braille writing and echolocation. Once inside, he dropped down the one duffel bag full of things on the bed, then flicked his fingers around himself, getting a feel for the place. Sage, his little blue russian, jumped lithely and easily from his tall shoulder to the ground, where she began sniffing and rubbing against the various objects in the room. It was nice enough. Very large room, a bed, dresser, all of the necessities. Trav found there was a balcony. He walked out, flicking downwards. The sound that came back gave him oonly a vague image of the ground beneath and he estimated it about twenty feet down. He flicked outwards. The image was next to nothing. It was obviously a pretty decent view. not that he cared. He could see a tree a few yards away, that was about it. Sage meowed loudly. He went to his bag and opened it up, taking a small dish out of it and setting it on the floor. he took a water bottle from it as well and poured some into the bowl. The little grey cat drank happily after another grateful meow. He petted her with a single, full body stroke along her back, then went to his bag again. he began to take the clothing out and as he folded it, to put it into the provided dresser. |
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| Cyclops | Feb 3 2008, 04:05 AM Post #3 |
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(Time line is close to real life time. We are in February-ish in the posts.) Timeline; A few weeks before the Wedding Scott Summers was returning to his room, after a physical therapy session with Hank, tired, hair wet from the shower he took before coming up here. He wore sweat pants, his brace locked into place around his damaged knee, a clean t-shirt on, though he held over one arm a sweaty one. He'd changed shirts, before coming up from the sub basement. His steps were a little more uneven than normal, as they usually were after his therapy sessions, and he leaned a little harder on his glass cane. His strength was coming back in his leg though, and that was good news. Hopefully by the time of the wedding, he would be able to walk some without the cane. He didn't want to hobble up the aisle. As he came up the elevator, not feeling up to the three flights of stairs, he felt out along their link for where Jean was. He found her in the art studio, and sent her a brief message that he'd finished therapy and would be taking a little bit of a nap, but he wouldn't mind being woken up later if she got his meaning. She'd understand and she'd wake him up the way he liked the best when she'd decided he'd rested enough. As he headed down the hallway to the family suite he shared with Jean and their soon-to-be-adopted daughter, Rosie, he heard movement in one of the rooms. He'd forgotten that today was the day Travis Herrings was moving into the staff wing, recently promoted to Senior X-Man, and therefore no longer required to share a dorm with the juniors. Scott had supported Resonance's promotion. He was a capable teammate, and, for Scott that was high praise indeed. Travis's blindness was never a concern to Scott. He coped. Scott understood. Travis's door was cracked open, so Scott knocked on the frame, planning on making just a stop on his way to his own room and his bed, "Mr. Herrings," he called, using his habitual formal address, "Things going smoothly with the move?" |
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| Trav | Feb 3 2008, 06:06 PM Post #4 |
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(Nice sig Cyke, thanks for the transition, and can u send me a PM regarding Scott's knee? I'd like to know what happened..or just link me to whatever thread it happened in and I'll take a look...thank you ^-^) Deep brown eyes had given up looking about long ago, and so Travis simply turned his head in the direction of the voice. Actually, it was his ear that faced the voice. He heard the breathing pattern and heartbeat, something that his maniulation of soundwaves allowed him to do, but he hadn't needed them to know who it was. He heard the way the person walked and recognized the voice easily enough. "Yeah, going great Sage likes the balcony, I probably won't be able to get her off of it for a week." he replied, chuckling at the little grey, who was currently perched proudly on the balcony's railing. She was looking down at the view as though surveying a kingdom. "You can call me Trav you know." He said, hearing the formal name. "Mr. Herrings sounds.. odd." He chuckled again. He hated his last name. it reminded him of his father. No matter. "How's that knee? I hear a bit of a limp going, and your cane. Going to b a while before you don't need that thing huh?" he asked, sending a wave in Scott's direction. He heard the hirt draped over the man's shoulder. "Ah, therapy. That'll send pains through the soft spot, won't it." It wasn't a question, he knew. He'd been through it himself. |
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| Cyclops | Feb 3 2008, 09:12 PM Post #5 |
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Scott smiled a little at the admonishment about Trav's name. He got that a lot, his penchant for formality amongst all but his innermost circle of friends and familywell established by now. "I'll try to remember that, Trav," the teamleader said, though they both should know by now that Scott would continue to be overly formal, and uptight, because that was just who he was, an intensely private and outwardly unfriendly man, with an flinching sense of morality and loyalty that made him a strong leader. Despite the fact that his happiness over his upcoming nuptials and the paternal bonding with his adopted daughter had loosened his retraints a bit as had the reunion with his long lost brother, he would ever be the stoic and grim Scott Summers, burdened with the weight of the world and a tad arrogant that he was the only one who could shoulder it. Travis inquired about his knee and Scott nodded, "Yes, McCoy says it's healing properly. Without the transfusion from Warren, I would very likely be crippled permanently, so believe me, I am not arguing too badly about the cane." He flexed his leg and said, with a tinge of his pain in his tone, "But yes, I don't find therapy particularly pleasant." On retrospect though, Scott realized his words weren't entirely true. After all, every twinge of pain, every strain and twist and ache of his mending tendons and ligaments, meant he had survived what had been done to him, survived physically damaged but mentally unbroken. So, there was a level of pleasure he derived from it, a pride that he had come out the other end of the darkness he'd been plunged into and was again in the light. "So, is there anything that I can do for you before I head off to convalesce with a heating pad and a nap?" |
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| Trav | Feb 3 2008, 11:59 PM Post #6 |
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"I wouldn't be either. That's a lucky break you have." He said about the glass cane. "Therapy's never pleasant. It was worse when I had to learn to be blind. No therapy to heal for me. Mine was learning to cope. But then I learned to do this." he held one hand up and flicked, sending out that quiet, low pitched noise that was the only evidence of his ability to echolocate. "Helped a lot. Call me the daredevil." He said with a light chuckle. It was humorless. "I can't think of anything at the moment. I'm pretty well settled. I have to bring all of my plants to this room. Can't leave them there." Travis, the doting green thumb. His room felt empty right now, but once his plants were here it'd be much fuller. He'd been growing plants for a long time and, despite his blindness and therefore inability to see their visual beauty, they were always green and healthy. "Enjoy the heating pad. I think I might go find a book in the library once the plants are brought up." He'd been fortunate to find several braille books in the library. This place really did have everything. And they weren't too god awful boring ones either, he quite enjoyed the lot of them. |
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| Cyclops | Feb 4 2008, 12:32 AM Post #7 |
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Trav spoke of his blindness and Scott remembered all to clearly what it was like. "You're lucky you were able to develop that talent. When my powers manifested, I locked my eyes shut for six months, until the Professor took me in, figured out how to allow me to control the powers long enough to see again. I didn't have the ability to learn echolocation though. You're fortunate in some ways, as odd as that may seem sometimes." He mentioned the plants and Scott said, "If you're interested in botany, you might want to talk to Avery Doyle or Wanda Maximoff. They're both highly attuned to plant life and floral creations, particularly Avery. But, I believe Wanda's brother collected quite a few unique specimens from around the world as part of her Christmas present, so the greenhouse is filled to the eaves with greenery. Might be a good way to get a little more social interaction." Heh, Scott Summers offering advice on social interaction. Jean was definitely affecting him in more ways than elevating his mood. Scott realized he was being dismissed charitably, his desire for a rest for his leg plain, but before he went Trav's last words struck him. "Get me a list of what books you'd like to have and I'll get the Headmistress to allocate part of the school budget towards it. I'm sure all that's there is what was left over from when I arrived here. They taught me braille in the hospital because the concensus was that the only cure for my... condition... was to actually remove my eyes from my skull. Luckily, Professor Xavier thought differently. Get me a list and you'll have what you need." And, with that, Scott headed off towards his room to get some much needed rest. |
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| Trav | Feb 4 2008, 02:22 AM Post #8 |
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"Yes, I do believe I'm lucky in some ways. My only argument would be that you can see, even with some sort of eye protection, and what's happened to you is natural. Mine? I could see until i was fourteen." he said. he had no problem delving into his past. It didn't bother him anymore. Scott listed off a couple of names of those in the mansion with his botanic interests. He considered it. "I'll have to talk to them. I wouldn't mind seeing some exotic plants. Or.. hearing them... if you catch my drift." He smiled amiably. "You know, I ought to ask Hank if he knows a way for me to help with therapy. There's got to be soemthing sounwaves can do. They go through near anything, I wonder if they can be used in that way." He was more thinking aloud than consulting Scott on the subject. Then a comment about the books. Scott offered to get him some more interesting ones. "Oh, wow, that'd be great. Thanks Scott. I'll have a list to you in a few days. I never got a chance to finish reading some of my favorite authors' books, so that'd be really cool." He grinned then. no light slime here, to be able to read again was incredible. To be able to read books of his own CHOICE. THAT was what was incredible. |
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| Cyclops | Feb 4 2008, 03:04 AM Post #9 |
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"I can see now," Scott said, pausing and turning back, "But until the Professor discovered that the ruby quartz could hold my powers back, I was blind, Trav, because opening my eyes meant buildings came down, and people died. If the Professor hadn't taken me in, there would have been nothing that could be done for me, and I would have been blind forever. At the time, that was a very real possibility." At the comment about his blindness being natural, Scott smirked, "Trav, my powers are natural. My inability to control them thus the blindness that would be my only recourse without the glasses or the visor, is caused by brain damage, the result of my head striking the ground when my brother and I were tossed from an airplane to save our lives. My vision problem is not a question, neither is yours, it is our different ways of coping with what has happened to us, that decides who we are. You're a remarkable young man. Don't fall into the trap of 'my situation is worse than yours,' because you are better than that." The lecture delivered, Scott was pleased at the younger mutant's enthusiasm for the books, "You should have spoken up sooner... or perhaps we should have just been better prepared. You aren't the first blind student we've had, though you are the first one to go so far in the ranks, here." Scott shrugged, "Well, I'm off. You need anything, I'm right down the hall. Knock loudly though. I have a feeling I'm going to be sound asleep in ten seconds or less." |
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| Trav | Feb 5 2008, 12:59 AM Post #10 |
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"Yeah Scott." He agreed about trying to decide who's situation was worse. "I apologize. We really are all in the same boat, even if in different ways. I'm sorry i came across that way." Scott finished off the conversation about books. "I'm not much of a reader. I do enjoy the occasional book but I don't do it a lot. I'm more of a sporty kind of guy. Sitting... it's kind of boring to me. I'd much rather be up an about, training, that sort of thing. But thanks anyways, it'll be nice to read some new material." He nodded when Scott mentioned his possible napping. "Yeah, I hope you feel better. Maybe after the wedding, if your knee is better, we can do soem training together. I've never gone head to head with a guy that has red hot lazers shooting from his eyes. Might be interesting." This last bit was called after the man, as he had already started down the hall before turning back. Trav turned back into his room, where, as he walked past the bed, Sage leapt up onto his shoulder. He petted her once, then smiled. After a moment standing there, thinking, he walked back out the door. Sure to lock it with his new key, he walked down the hall, opposite the direction of Scott's room. He flicked his fingers a few times every so often, and quite easily made his way to his old room. Eventually the new one would be nearly flooded with Trav's healthy, interesting plants. |
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| Cyclops | Jun 21 2008, 06:23 PM Post #11 |
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Plot Type: Sitewide Plot Completed: Yes Affect on Board: Major affect. Those affected by ShadowX have to live with what they've done. Major characters were injured. The school is in disorder, and several staff members are considering leaving the school. |
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