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| Topic Started: Oct 28 2009, 01:45 AM (1,039 Views) | |
| Stepford Cuckoos | Oct 28 2009, 01:45 AM Post #1 |
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10/13/2009 Office of Scott Summers 2:00pm It had been a bit of the trip from the city to where this school was. But the women from X-factor was nice enough to tell them about it and point them in the right direction. They were told if they did chose to go there they would need to talk to a Mr. Grey-Summers. He was the man who ran this institution. The girls made their way into the school. They were eager to meet this Summers man as well as find out if their father truly did work here after the fall of the apocalypse. The three sisters made their way through the busy hallways and scanned a few of the students minds to find where they needed to go. No point in talking to any of them yet. They moved in a perfect triangle down the hallway. Phoebe in front with Mindee and Celeste following behind her. They found the office door and stopped in front of it for a moment. :: I will handle all the talking. If what the Jet lady says is true we will be able to find Father here. And hopefully we will be able to use that to attend classes here. :: They all nodded in agreement as Phoebe pushed the door open and the three walked in. Phoebe looked at the man who was in the room. “Mr. Grey-Summers I assume. We are looking to enroll in your institution. We have discussed it among ourselves and if this place is what we have heard it is then. We feel it is the next logical step in our growth as telepaths. We also have been told our Father may be found within the confines of your school.” She looked at him her face showing no emotion. They fully expected to be accepted into the school and none of the sisters found anything wrong with the way they went about it to them the school should be honored to have them within their roster. But then again the girls thought very highly of themselves. |
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| Cyclops | Oct 28 2009, 09:26 AM Post #2 |
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This was not the sort of thing that happened every day. Unless you ran a school for mutants. Scott looked up from his work, and extended a hand to the chairs in front of his desk, "Well, by all means, please have a seat, young ladies." He rose until they took their seats, as was his habit. Reaching out through his rapport with Jean, he said, ::Honey, a trio of self proclaimed telepaths just marched into my office apparently looking for their father. Since I know I am not their proud papa, I may need you to put out a call for me discretely to locate Daddy Dearest. Thanks, love.:: Turning his attention back to the girls, the momentary lapse in concentration undetectable in its brevity, Scott said, "Yes, I'm Scott Grey-Summers, and I'm marginally in charge here. I have to say I'm surprised that you found us so easily, but I'm certainly glad you did. Mental powers are amongst the more dangerous of power sets and without adequate training you can do quite a lot of unwanted damage due to a lack of control." He steepled his hands on his desk in front of him and said, "So, let's get down to business, shall we? What are your names, so I can help you find your father here? |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Oct 28 2009, 10:01 AM Post #3 |
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The sisters took their seats. Celeste to the right, Mindee on the left and Phoebe right in the middle. The three girls smiles pleasantly at Mr. Grey Summers. He was a gentlemen and the girls all made a mental note of that. He explained to them that he was surprised they had found the school on their own. Which wasn't really all that true. And Phoebe was quick to correct that, finding the school was not something that would benefit the girls to lie about if anything they felt it would raise more questions then anything for them. “Sir. We did not find the school on our own. We ran into a Ms. Silver who works for the X-factor organization in Mutant Town. She is the one who we pointed us to this institution and told us we may find our father here.” She placed a pleasant smile on her face as her two sisters quickly followed suit. If you did not study their faces closely you would swear all three had the exact same smile. But their were small nuances in each that only they would notice or someone who truly studied them would pick up. Mindee's was a bit shy compared to the other two her lower lip would slightly draw in her teeth softly biting at the back of it as she was not much of a talker and did not like being on display like this at all. Celeste has a bit of a playful smirk that would creep up along the left side she was the youngest of the three and had a bit more playfulness buried deep inside her and you could catch a hint of it every now and then in her smile. And lastly Phoebe was all confidence. Her smile screamed I am the princess there was no way around it. It carried that small ego flair one would find on a person who knew they had the world at their feet. And while they may not outright tell you they would give you the impression they knew they were something special. He went on and asked the sister's their names and who their father was. Phoebe thought it over how best to ask. Since they had only known the basics about him and learned much of what they knew just the day before from the mind of Ms. Silver. She never glanced at her sisters as she simply passed a thought along to them all of it happening quickly as to not make it obvious what they were doing. ::How much should we tell him?:: Celeste was quick to jump in and put her two cents in. ::He seems nice enough. And if father is here he this Mr. Grey-Summers will be trustworthy.:: Mindee though did not fully echo Celeste eagerness in this matter though. ::Always the baby Celeste. Good thing you have us. Give him the basics. He does not need to know more of it. Let us keep our hand till fully needed.:: Phoebe pointed to her right first and then her left introducing her sisters. “This is Celeste the baby of the three of us 4 seconds. And to my left is Mindee. I am Phoebe.” The girls both nod their heads. Neither saying a word Phoebe handled most of the talking for them. And unless they were outright asked to speak and even then it was unlikely they would break rank at such a new place. “Though I will tell you we are rather adept with our powers. We have been trained to control them since birth to ensure we would not be overwhelmed by them. Our goal here is to learn how to crack beyond our basic knowledge and achieve the full mental capacity we were made to wield.” She paused a moment giving him a look of how could you think we did not know how to control this power. The idea of a mutant not having control was insane to the sisters. They had only ever seen mutants in control when they were born and not been around many cases where control was an issue. The few times they had seen it them simply wrote it off as the person suffered from some form of retardation. “As for who are father is. We did not now much about him till yesterday. We merely knew he was called Beast. And he is the man who formed us from our Mothers cells. We have come to learned his name is a Dr. Hank McCoy and he is under your employment.” She nodded her head done with her bit and softly folded her hands across her lap. |
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| Cyclops | Oct 28 2009, 08:59 PM Post #4 |
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Phoebe seemed to be the dominant of these three, obviously triplets, which was not at all surprising. Having known twins before, Scott was familiar with the phenomenon. He assumed that the other two, Mindee and Celeste, were communicating through their telepathy to allow her to speak for them. He'd had enough experience with telepaths to believe he had rudimentary understanding of them, though frankly, those with mental powers were almost as befuddling as females and teenagers were to Scott. These girls were definitely a triple threat, and as Phoebe boasted about their control of their abilities, they were clearly not going to be easy to deal with. Luckily, he wasn't going to have to deal with them too much, as they were obviously going to be given Jean, or possibly Emma (if she passed her probationary period) as a mentor. But, then Phoebe dropped a bombshell that frankly left Scott gaping. He closed his mouth with an audible click of his jaw and took a second to control himself. "Dr. Hank McCoy? Girls, are you certain your information is correct? I've known Hank for almost fifteen years, and he never mentioned..." Hank was two years older that Scott, thirty-four... these girls were at the youngest sixteen... While, technically, it was possible that Hank had fathered them at eighteen, it seemed rather... out of character. "Well, um, let's get to the bottom of this, shall we?" He hit the intercom, keying it to the subbasement, where he knew Hank was working at this moment, "Henry, can you come up to my office? There's a situation you need to be here for. It's not medical, so you don't need to bring your kit, but... um, yeah you need to come up here, please." Then, before returning to the girls, he called Jeannie through the telepathic link they shared, ::Jeannie, you definitely need to come on down, if you can. They're claiming the lucky father is Hank. Not sure how that's possible though, given their age. I'd like you to come verify if you could. Thanks, honey.:: Now that the summons were sent out, Scott was able to return his attentions back to the girls and he said, "While we wait, why don't you girls tell me a little bit about yourselves. Miss Black sent you? Very smart of her. X-Factor is a good organization, does a lot to help our people. What were you doing in Mutant Town? Who was taking care of you there? Your mother? Is that who gave you Hank's name as your father?" |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Oct 29 2009, 01:10 AM Post #5 |
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He seemed shocked they thought. As if the idea that he could be their father was insane of them. He made a few calls to get a hold of the man to come up. At least he was prompt that made Phoebe happy she liked promptness. Then the man turned back to them and started to ask them about a mother as well as how they survived in Mutant Town. This was a tricky area for the girls since they had never met their mother and how they lived in Mutant Town did not follow the legal code of those below them so they were unsure how this man would react to their living habits. Luckyly for them lying was not an issue they had to worry about. ::Should we tell him about the temple? And where we grew up? Maybe he knows something about it? :: If Phoebe could slap Celeste right now she would. The temple was not a good place nor well liked from what they had gathered. And she was pretty sure that was a topic best left for father to deal with. ::Celeste....hush.:: Was screamed at her in unison from her two sisters. Phoebe took another moment to think the questions over and answer them as best she could without telling anything she wasn't suppose to. After all she didn't want to upset father. “We never met our mother. We stayed with father since birth. As I said he crafted us from mothers cells. Is a mother suppose to live with us in Mutant town?” She asked honestly a bit lost at the concept of a Mother raising them. To them all children were raised in age accelerated bubbles and that was as far as their sex education went. “Ms. Black sent us here yes. And she was who gave us his full name. We only knew him as Beast during the time we were with him before we no longer wished to stay where we were and moved to Mutant Town. But I am sure father will be able to better explain it all to you when he is here.” She said with a firm nod. Giving Mr. Grey-Summers the we will not speak on our pasts anymore without our father here. They really didn't know much while they were highly advanced for their age they only had 9 months of life experience along side many years of pre programmed book knowledge. |
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| Jean | Nov 1 2009, 02:38 AM Post #6 |
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Telepaths. Scott didn’t have an animus against telepaths, for obvious reasons, but there was no denying that their method of attack was among the most insidious. ‘You have no reason to think they mean anyone any harm,’ she reminded herself and felt a momentary flicker of guilt. The aftermath of Apocalypse could still be felt, it was a knee-jerk reaction to expect trouble but it was also one that was unbecoming in an X-Man to automatically jump to that conclusion, and came dangerously close to the bigots who always expected trouble from mutants. “Oh my God,” Jean exclaimed to no one in particular, stopping in the middle of a hall, her eyes wide and mouth gaping. Scott’s second announcement had been a bombshell, a bombshell that left her mind a blank. Suddenly, the prospect of what these strangers might or might not do was completely forgotten in the wake of Scott’s words. Hank was a great guy, kind, amiable and a heck of a lot of fun to be around, but as far as she knew, like Scott, he’d never been much of a lady-killer. “Children?” Hank had always been a multi-faceted person, but this was one facet she’d never seen coming. Xavier coming back – walking and young, and young McCoys coming out of the woodwork; their old reliable friends were having a plethora of eye-popping surprises lately. By the time Jean arrived at Scott’s office her shock had been replaced by curiosity. She didn’t know what to expect when she open the door and walked in, but a trio of pretty blonde teen girls was low on the list; actually, they probably wouldn’t have been on the list. Hank hadn’t always had blue fur but after so many years, it was the image that always came to mind now, not pretty blondes. “Hello,” she said, smiling at the girls as she joined them, taking a seat at the side of Scott’s desk and smoothly crossing one leg over the other; she wasn’t someone who liked to barricade herself behind a desk. “I’m Mrs. Grey-Summers.” :: But most people call me Jean,:: she broadcast, curious to see if the trio could pick the words out of the air rather than having them fed to them. "While we wait for Hank," she began then switched over to a mental dialogue and supplying a link for Scott, :: is there anything else you'd like to tell us? What are your interests?:: |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Nov 5 2009, 01:13 AM Post #7 |
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Joint post of :: The cuckcoo sisters, Jean Grey and Scott Summers Another women entered the room. It seemed to be a popular office for people to come into. What came next though caught all the girls off guard. She was like them a telepath. She projected her name to them and for a brief moment their was a look of shock on Phoebe's face but she quickly got her emotions back under control and looked at the red head who had sat down in front of them. ::Hello Jean. I am Phoebe and these are my sisters Mindee and Celeste.:: The other two were just as confused about how to react to another telepath and Mindee was the first to voice her concerns to her sisters. ::We should attempt to block her out. We don't know who she is or how strong she is.:: ::But Lord Apocalypse made us to be the strongest of his telepaths. Why should we fear her?:: Celeste quickly pointed out to her sister. There naivety showing as they were having a conversation in plain site of Jean without thinking she could pick up on the rap-pet conversation the girls were having. She asked them if there was anything else they really wanted to share. But all they really wanted was to learn more so they could grow to what they were created to be as well as see their Father again and hope he will give them some form of direction for their lives. As they waited Mindee put a pleasant simile on as she looked at Jean and spoke for the first time. “Not really. We really just want to see our father.” As she spoke Phoebe and Celeste eyes softly glowed white as she pushed forward trying to push into Jeans mind and see what all she had pulled if anything from them. And if she had Phoebe figured she could just rewrite the womens brain. Her cocky disposition in full display. Jean let them come, following that old saying about giving someone enough rope to hang themselves by. She constructed the bait, a weak point in her mind, and waited. “Not really. We really just want to see our father.” Jean returned the girl’s smile, “We’ll help you all we,” she began, pausing in mid sentence as the three who were one made invaded her mind, intending to rewrite what they didn’t want her to know. The landscape of Jean’s mind was like a museum, a high vaulted ceiling and displays of memories behind velvet ropes, protected but close to the surface; one being a huge tree in a kind of primordial jungle with Jean and Scott laying side by side of a crude platform in its branches, though another was a miniature of their wedding with Hank McCoy as the presiding minister. The doors behind the intruders slammed shut with an audible click of a lock. :: It isn’t nice to invade someone’s mind without permission or invitation, :: said a voice that seemed to come from everywhere. Celeste panicked a little, she didn't like to be cut off from Mindee like this. It was just her and Phoebe in their and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't reach back out to find Mindee. Phoebe was a bit more of ego case of the three was pretty sure they would be fine. ::Nice? What does nice have with what we are doing? I am merely trying to clean up the mess my baby sister made by leaving thoughts she shouldn't have had in the open:: Their was a smugness to her voice as if she was in control of this situation even though she knew full well she was out matched. She would not show fear or give this women the joy of seeing her break. :: Trespassing into another person’s mind is a violation. In this school, everyone has the right to privacy, of their possessions and their minds. If wish to remain here you will give people that respect. Do you agree? :: Privately, their attitude had raised a red flag in Jean, even the most arrogant and self-entitled personalities knew that violating personal space was, on some fundamental level, wrong but simply chose to ignore that; only young children didn’t seem to have that boundary. Before Phoebe could stay any more Celeste interjected. Phoebe was prone to starting fires and Celeste was prone to putting those fires out. :: We are sorry Mrs. Grey Summers. We simply were raised on a different set of rules from that of this institution. We do not mean to anger but we will endeavor to learn the rules as best we can and keep them as best we can.:: How much of that was true could easily be up to debate for those who knew the girls. Why Celeste over all was the more honest of the group she still worked towards the agenda of the group playing her part to get them what they needed. But for now the best for the group was not to get kicked out before they even got in. After all if Father was here they were sure the people would see them in the light they should be cast in. :: Anyone can make mistakes.:: She said, relenting. :: None of the students who come to us are perfect and being here is a new experience for most. I trust we won’t have this problem in the future. :: The door behind them swung wide, if they wanted to leave. Phoebe let out what could only be described as a mumble. She didn't like it not one bit she was perfect and there was no two ways around it. All of them were perfect if they weren't perfect they would have died like the other tests that didn't work. They were the best so they survived thus proving they were perfection. She hated the idea of others not seeing it but Celeste was right. There was no way around it sometimes Celeste was right. ::Thank you Mrs. Grey Summer we again are sorry for this miss understanding. :: The two girls nodded and softly backed towards the door but curiosity got the best of Celeste of as she couldn't help herself. She knew Phoebe might kill her later but she wanted to know. ::Our Father was the man who joined you two together? How long ago was that before he left here to create us to be the perfect weapons?:: Scott watched the conversation with interest, staying a quiet observer as this was not his venue, this was not his power set. But, he watched as his wife weilded her power without violence to give these girls a proper perspective. They were remarkably powerful, the one known as Phoebe clearly dominant, though the others were strong enough to question her or act against her. Perhaps it would help them to develop their individuality, at any rate it was going to be extremely difficult to teach them about privacy, about propriety... They were young, arrogant and powerful, always a dangerous combination. Whether or not Hank was really their father, they definitely needed what this school could offer. As the girls began to slip out of Jean's mind though, Celeste asked about Hank and revealed that she believed Hank created them as weapons. Extracting himself from the telepathic knot of conversation, Scott said, "Weapons? Girls, exactly how old are you?" He was beginning to have some serious suspicions here. This couldn't possibly be what he was starting to fear, could it? The girls all smiled at each other happy to be reunited after there little mis-adventure into Jean's mind. The new question confused them as they looked at Mr. Grey-Summers. Phoebe once more took the lead as they were out and working on reestablishing the order and power structure as she deemed it to be. “I'm not fully sure I understand your question Mr. Grey-Summers. Do you mean by your time line or the date in which we were created by Father?” The dates were two vastly different things and the girls didn't but much credit in either one as age was a number with no real weight to them. But they were learning it mattered to lesser people who they were forced to interact with. |
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| Hank McCoy | Nov 8 2009, 07:59 AM Post #8 |
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Hank was doing nothing. That was part of the problem with the whole medical-staff-for-a-superhero-team. The days that he was busy, he was busy. There would be a bomb burst, or some sort of magnetic wenching or some other god-knows-what horrendous happening. Then, the days that they were quiet, its was very very quiet. When it wasn't a battlefield clinic, it was a school. Hank only had to deal with sniffles, (how, oh how, would his world would change if he could somehow cure the common cold) or perhaps a setting a broken bone. Bones were good practice for Joshua. The colds, Hank liked to let it run its course, at least until Hank and Joshua could work on Joshua's ability to make anti-bodies rather than just expel viruses. Made for a healthier pool of bodies inside the institute. Plus, a kid missing class every now and then was probably a good thing. Just because they went to a mutant school didn't mean that they had to leave all the fringe benefits of the normal world. Hank didn't really know what kind of sand trap he was about to drive himself into. (For some reason, even though the weather really wasn't permitting, Hank wanted to hit the links sometime soon. He was promising Avery to teach her.) "Hey, Scott, what's up?" Hank said, sticking his head into the team leader's office. He came as quickly as he could once he got the telepathic summoning, well, as soon as he finished his game of Minesweeper. His head snapped towards to the three students in there, "Oh, new students! Hiya. Nice to meet you." Looking back to Scott, he asked what was his most-used function for new students, "Let me guess, their vaccination records aren't complete." |
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| Cyclops | Nov 12 2009, 01:50 AM Post #9 |
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“I'm not fully sure I understand your question Mr. Grey-Summers. Do you mean by your time line or the date in which we were created by Father?” Scott glanced at Jean, flicking his hidden eyes her way without turning his head, knowing that she would know what he was thinking. These girls were not normal, not what they should be. Looking back at the girls, he said, "I mean your age. How many years since your births? It is not a difficult question and your inability or unwillingness to answer it concerns me." He folded his hands in front of him on the desk. "You have to understand why we're having difficulties with your story. Mrs. Grey-Summers and I have known Dr. McCoy since we were teens ourselves, and he's never mentioned having children, much less triplet daughters. It seems a little difficult for us to believe, and given the nature of the world we live in, when something seems amiss, it usually is." At that moment, Hank entered, cheerfully greeting his friends and teasing the three young girls in his amicable way. He showed no signs of recognizing them, and Hank simply wasn't that good an actor to be entirely faking his ignorance. Scott gestured for him to have a seat and said, "Henry, these girls have come to the school, looking for you, apparently. Girls, would you like to explain?" He did not want to be the one to break this news. |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Nov 12 2009, 04:34 AM Post #10 |
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He asked them as if this was easy. He clearly was not as smart as Father or his wife. Phoebe scowled at him a bit. As if she was a tad bit insulted about the idea that they were trying to play games with them. They did not play games...least not unless it would benefit them in some way and at the moment they did not see how playing games with this man would do them any good. Phoebe did her best to keep her tone level and not let the frustration with this inquiry into their life show. After all they were sure once father arrived he would clear it all up. “It has been nine months since the day of our conception but we have been fully aged and matured to the age of 18. We will reach full maturity and finish the process of aging by the age of 21. Are perfection is not to be lost.” She put a bit of an emphasis on the end of it to make it clear that they were perfection and they had no desire of plan to settle for being anything less. They had learned their lesson and the three had dropped the link they shared to avoid any more run ins with Jean. And phoebe was doing what she did best and leading them. She settled back into her seat and folded her arms across her chest and her two sisters quickly followed suit. As the door opened and Beast walked in. Only then did their mental link open back up and this time it was thanks to Celeste who let out what on the psychic plane could be called an ear piercing screech. ::FATHER!!!:: Phoebe and Mindee both cringed a bit in pain from her yelling so loud in their head. Phoebe turned her eyes to him and gave him a pleasant smile. “Hello Father. We are glad you made it out ok. We were a bit worried you would be listed among the fallen till Ms. Black guided us here.” |
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| Hank McCoy | Nov 15 2009, 10:07 AM Post #11 |
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Scott seemed very dour, which, well, lets face it, was completely in line with his personality and personal styling. Scott wasn't one for, well, for lack of a better term, 'fun'. Hank thought it was kind of in poor taste, though. Most of the new students were coming from, at the least, somewhat traumatic scenarios from their home lives when they were coming here. Having a more understanding tone might help assuage the students and help them adjust to the mansion. Wait a minute, did he say they were looking for me? Hank thought. It was hard to be incredulous when enhanced senses were part of your repertoire. Hank usually had to remind himself of his neurology lectures, and how the biggest thing in sensory memory was what a person wanted to believe and not what actually was there. He had, in his teenage years, had a few theories of reality warping based on self-delusion and wavefunction collapse. He abandoned them the first time he met Wanda Maximoff. He was now looking at it for an explanation of illusion-based powers. That's when the 3 identical girls called him father. Yeah, he definitely heard that. Well, that was just impossible. They were at least 16, maybe as old as 19. Since he didn't met Trish until his sophomore year of Northwestern, there wasn't a way for them to exist. "Haha, very funny, Scott," Hank said, after a second of thought, "Is Warren finally back? This seems like his kind of joke. Maybe Jon's. Seriously, what's up?" |
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| Cyclops | Nov 15 2009, 10:38 AM Post #12 |
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There was clearly some sort of telepathic communication between the girls when Hank entered. It was well known that Scott tended to misread facial expressions in casual conversation, which Jean had once theorized was mostly feigned out of some defensive mechanism to keep him from having to have normal social relationships since, after all, he was more than adequate at reading them in battle. Whether it was a real handicap or not, there could never be a problem with recognizing the wince of startled pain over two of the identical faces, and the exuberant eagerness of the third. Scott looked at Hank, closely, seeking some sign of that same excitement... or maybe that same pain. All he saw was confusion. "Haha, very funny, Scott," Hank said, after a second of thought, "Is Warren finally back? This seems like his kind of joke. Maybe Jon's. Seriously, what's up?" Flicking his eyes to Jean, Scott caught her amused thought, easily hearing the underlying concern at the situation, :: Did he just say he thought you'd use three teenage girls to play a practical joke on him? ... The shock has frozen his brain. :: "Hank, think who you are talking to," Scott said, dryly, "I'm as lost here as you are, but even if I weren't, this is not something I'd find funny. Jean has been in communication with them, telepathically. Their story, as far as I can ascertain, is the truth as they know it, which concerns the hell out of me frankly, because, if what they are telling me is true, then, they are apparently clones, created by you less than a year ago, shaped and aged to be perfection." He did the math in his head, quickly and said, "Nine months ago, Hank, you were in Apocalypse's possession. Nine months ago, Hank... unless you were manipulating genes in your stasis, these girls were created by your doppelganger." Scott frowned at the implication of what he was saying, "I'm hoping this is proven to be a hoax, but, so far, there are too many factors that are suggesting it's not." |
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| Stepford Cuckoos | Nov 16 2009, 09:25 PM Post #13 |
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Phoebe bit down on her lower lip and looked at the three people in the room with her. They didn't seem to be fully grasping what she was trying to get across. She wasn't fully how else she could explain it to them. She was pretty sure she had been clear. She glanced over at Mindee and Celeste and a let out a small breath of confusion. She wasn't fully sure how else to say it but she was going to try her best too. “We are no joke Father. Maybe the events that lead to the downfall of the temple and Lord Apocalypse have left you with black spots in your mind. But you crafted a bubble of accelerated space and time and within this bubble you formed us and grew us to the age we are at now. We grew up in the temple with you, Death, War, Famine and Pestilence along with the others who followed the ways of Apocalypse.” She paused a moment and gathered her thoughts as she looked back to her sisters for any ideas on how else she could say it to make it clear to them that they were real and Father did craft them. ::Maybe we should let them in and show them?:: Mindee offered the idea up to her sister. And it wasn't a bad one Phoebe thought. ::What do you think Celeste?:: Celeste nodded her head she was as lost as the other two of her sisters She wasn't sure what was going on anymore so she felt it was best to keep quiet and let Phoebe lead as she was the best suited for it. “If it ok with you....” she pauses shooting a look of I hope your happy now at Jean. “...we would like to link you all into us and show you the temple and let you see our memories play out in front of you. We are show with Jean's help we can adequately amplify it for you all to see.” |
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| Jean | Nov 20 2009, 01:51 AM Post #14 |
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JP between Jean and Scott Jean quietly watched and listened to what was being said, watching the delicate interplay of personalities. The girls’ tried to hide their desperation, at least their leader Phoebe tried, but after living with Scott for over fifteen years (two of them as his wife), Jean was an expert in catching every a nuance and flicker. That said, the girls were practically beside themselves with panic and felt wounded… no, devastated… by Hank’s reaction. But Phoebe recovered quickly, having to be the strong one for her sisters, Jean guessed, and spilled out her plan. Jean’s lips fought back a grin at the look Phoebe flashed her, the petulant look of child told she would have to eat her brussel sprouts before she could leave the table. If their wild story was true, it explained a lot. Jean’s gaze went to Scott with a nod, then over to Hank. “I’m sure I can do it, but it’s up to you if you want to see.” Scott didn't like any of this, to be frank. He understood exactly what had happened to Hank at the hands of Apocalypse in the most logical and rational of terms. Emotionally, Scott could never truly understand what had happened to him. Even though he himself had been manipulated by forces beyond his control during ShadowX alongside Jean, their experiences had not been identical, their way of coping had not been identical. The twisting of one's mind, the cloning of one's body, the tearing of one's soul was such a personal thing, that Scott could perhaps empathize, but he could never ever truly understand. "I'm willing to watch," he said, "Because we need to know in order to figure out how we are going to deal with this, but if it's too much for you, Hank, that's perfectly understandable." He turned a scarlet shielded gaze on the triplets. "But girls, let me explain something to you before we begin. Our minds are our own, and remain as such. If you so much send a stray thought where it does not belong, and it will be taken as an attack." |
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| Hank McCoy | Nov 22 2009, 08:55 AM Post #15 |
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Bestial Form and Traits
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"I do know to whom I'm talking," Hank said, somewhat defeated. Obviously Scott wasn't going to put something like this together. That's why Hank suspected Warren or Jon. Like it'd be really that hard for Jonny's clone or Warren to convince a couple of new students to play a prank. They were charismatic fello-- Hank really didn't want what Scott and Jean were saying to be true, but neither Scott and Jean were going to commit to a joke like this, and from the gnawing pit his stomach, he thought it wasn't out of the question for his dark reflection to do that. He had, in the past few months, whenever meeting a strange new mutant, a dark feeling, a fear that this was some sort of dead man's switch that he had designed half-asleep, or half-awake, or however one wanted to define his state when his dark reflection. "Give me a minute," Hank said, his stature visibly deflated. Hank's brainpower was used as a biological computer when he was trapped in that tank of viscous purple goo. It meant that a lot of neurological activity was flowing out his brain, but a lot of neurological activity was flowing in. Hank didn't like what he saw whenever he tried. But, obviously, he couldn't leave them alone forever. "Oh God," Hank said, rubbing his snout. "I did something bad, didn't I?" |
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