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Enrollment; Open to Cyclops Beast and The Cuckoos.
Topic Started: Oct 28 2009, 01:45 AM (1,038 Views)
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Phoebe listened to Mr. Grey Summers as he was very pointed with them. It was clear he did not fully grasp the power he had sitting before him. They could be the perfect weapon to help in this institution goals and future. She looked at him a playful smirk wrapped across her lips. She would not be the underdog in this room. “Mr. Grey-Summers while we are aware of the thoughts of you and your feelings on how my sisters and I use our powers. Your threats to us fall on idle ears. The only one in this room who poses a threat to us is your wife. And because her power currently dwarf us by a less then acceptable margin so we will not stray from the path in which we all need to travel.” She said it with a small scuff. They did not like being out matched. But they knew when they were beat and they would have to accept it for now but that did not mean they were going to be happy about it.

Their father was the next to talk and he seemed a bit dismayed by the whole thing which was rather odd to the girls. They looked at him as he asked if he did something bad. ::Bad? Does father think we failed him?:: Celeste asked very dismayed she did not like the idea of being a failure. ::He does seem confused by us being here. Perhaps we should leave?:: Phoebe took in what her sisters were saying and looked over at her father. “I would not say bad Father. You crafted perfection how could anything about us be bad?” She said it with a reassure smile.
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“Mr. Grey-Summers while we are aware of the thoughts of you and your feelings on how my sisters and I use our powers. Your threats to us fall on idle ears. The only one in this room who poses a threat to us is your wife. And because her power currently dwarf us by a less then acceptable margin so we will not stray from the path in which we all need to travel.” Phoebe sniffed and Scott had to allow himself a small smile at this.

"You don't know the abilities of anyone else in this room, girls, and quite frankly, telepaths are not the only powers of note," he said, calmly, "If you choose to remain here at this school, one thing you are going to have to learn. I don't threaten. I don't brag. I don't make myself more than I'm not. I'm giving you a warning that you'd do wise to heed, is that understood?"

Hank was clearly having some big issues with what was happening here and Scott looked over at him. "Dr. McCoy," he said, using his old friend's title to get him to focus. "We have a problem here, and we have to deal with it. You can freak out as soon as we get some answers, but right now, I need you to be with us, here to get those answers."

Scott never seemed to be a sympathetic person, his barrel forth through adversity sort of approach giving him the subtlety of a freight engine, but having been a man standing on the brink of destruction with the blink of an eye for over half his life, he had learned to bring his attentions to where it was most immediately needed. He felt for Hank, remembering the horror he'd felt after learning, knowing, accepting what he'd done as one half of ShadowX. He'd had the luxury, if one could call that, of having the time in the infirmary to work through the immediate emotions...

"Girls, show us what you have to show us," Scott said, "We need to see this."
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Normally, Jean would’ve fought to keep from smirking as Scott (Mister Frost, himself) had to lock horns with another teenage-alpha personality. But she was only idly paying attention to the clash of wills between Scott, leader of the X-Men, and Phoebe, leader of her two identical sisters, her gaze mostly stayed on Hank, who seemed so much at his wits end over all this.

Her gaze flicked to Scott, who had a pull yourself up by your own bootstraps philosophy of dealing with emotionally distraught people. For himself, whenever emotional trauma threatened, Scott sealed it away and pasted labels all over it saying – Do Not Open. That was his way, but never really came to grips that it wasn’t everyone’s way of coping.

Whether or not Scott’s splash of cold water approach would work with Hank, Jean went to Hank and rested her hand on his arm comfortingly. Phoebe tried to comfort ‘her Father’ too, in her own way, which was frankly as tender-hearted as Scott’s suck it up and deal advice had been.

“Hank,” she said, looking into his pained eyes, “we’re all here for you. You’re strong enough to face whatever happened over there. And I think, deep down, you know you have to face it.”
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If Hank had ever came close to punching that damn visor off Scott's face, it was right there and then. He had successfully compartmentalized what the dark clone of himself done and what was him, and now, standing, sitting, whatever, in front of him were three living reminders of how exactly thin the line between what The Beast did and what Hank was. It wasn't something that Hank could just shrug off. He already the nagging suspicion that it was his own cerebral cortex that gave the bad guys the central idea of the plague of Pestilence.

He made a fist, and let it go. He repeated the process, not because he was deciding against attacking Scott, but he was deciding if he wanted to punch him out, or use a claw against him.

Quite honestly, he wasn't going to be able to stomach looking at the triplets, let alone listening to them, right now. Probably not tomorrow, either. Of course, the curse of enhanced senses was that Hank heard all sorts of stuff that he didn't want to hear. Did she honestly use the word 'perfection'? It was bad enough that they called him 'Father', when he couldn't possibly be expected to...

It was a good thing that Jean was in the room right then and there, just because if she wasn't, Hank was liable to explode. Not in the metaphorical sense, but quite literally burst into flames and take the mansion with him. Spontaneous Mutant combustion.

"The answers, Scott?" Hank growled, "You think I'm afraid of the answers?" He wanted to yell at Scott that he had figured out the Cuckoos the minute that Jean and Scott weren't laughing. That they were some sort of jetsam left behind by his unleashed scientific id. Instead, he just harrumphed and gestured to the girls to get on with it.
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Tension seemed to be running a bit high as the girls looked at each other. Each one reaching out and softly holding the other ones hand. Their eyes faded out to nothing more then a dull glowing blue hue the lips on their faces parted slightly each the same distance apart as the other as they felt all of their minds connect. Phoebe pushed the girls mind outwards to Jean so she could spread it to the other two more easily as she was already linked with one in the room and based off her power they assumed she could bring Father in with no trouble. The mind of the girls quickly rebuilt the lab inside the temple every corner and spec of dust they could think of.

The three girls all softly walked across the floor to where a small bubble sat inside a machine. Next to it sat five small babies no more then a few weeks old wired into machines that monitored brainwaves and vital signs. Parts of the room past the children where nothing more then a blur, another machine was pumping in chemicals to speed up the growth of the children after they had been removed from the bubble, the girls stopped looking down at the five. “We apologize for the blur and lack of a full room but this is the earliest memory we have and it was given to us when we watched a video feed of our birth later in life in an attempt to better understand ourselves and purpose.” Before she said anymore the girls fast forward and stopped at a much clearer time when they looked to be in there tween years. Each of the five sat in a chair arms tied down and tubes running out of them as their Father walked down the line extracting blood and tissue samples from them. Phoebe turned a small grin on her lips as she looked at the three they had brought with them. “See Father you had made five perfect children. Each of us the same, each perfect to be used as the ultimate weapon for lord apocalypse. Your frost serum was pure genius sadly lord Apocalypse didn’t fully grasp the power you had birthed.” Her words had a slight beam to them, as if she was proud of what her father had done and been. But she would not out right say those words but you could tell as in most children when they got to show off one of their parents there was a bit of pride to be found in their voices.
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Scott was not unfamiliar with people growing angry at his annoying habit of stifling emotionality in favor of practicality. Hank was having issues with what had been done in his name, yes, of course he was, and it was easy to lash out at Scott for it. When your world was falling apart around you, the easiest thing to do was to take it out on a person you knew was strong enough to take it. He didn't take offense at Hank's attitude. Scott's shoulders were pretty wide, after all. "I don't believe I accused you of being afraid, but noted. Girls."

The telepathic link was made and the image was shown and Scott took in as many details as he could in the short time they were allowed to see. He didn't think there was anything more they could learn from the lab of the Dark Beast, but anything they knew, anything they could get from this could prevent this from happening again. Scott believed in making plans, in learning from what had gone wrong. There was time enough for regrets later, when the world was saved, when the bodies were counted, when they were alone in their rooms.

The telepathic memory viewing ended and the girls continued their slightly bragging proclamations of perfection, and adoration of their unwitting, unwilling parent. Scott frowned, "How exactly were you girls created? If you are artificial beings, clones, then there needed to be a DNA sample to manipulate, am I right? Biological science was never my strong suit, but I believe I know that much. If you are clones, you have to have a person to clone from. If I'm incorrect, explain to me how... wait a minute, you said five. Where's the other two?"
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It was strange to see Hank, normally so happy-go-luck and chipper, boiling with rage. What all of this meant for Hank and his future was something he’d need long therapy sessions to come to grips with, she knew. Right now, they were seeing the initial shock of it all written in his clinched fists and short temper, but Hank had a good heart and Jean hoped that he could find a way to rise above it.

The girls started their link and Jean easily completed the circle, acting as conduit between them. While Scott looked at the setting from a tactical standpoint, Jean viewed it as a way to help her understand the trio; they knew their powers, extremely well considering their actual age, but they had no real internal understanding or depth. They took everything at face value and didn’t seem to question or wonder why. Of course, that became clear as their story continued; they were, in essence, living weapons. Organic robots, Jean mused and sent the thought to Scott and Hank.

:: They are flesh and blood people, but they consider themselves to be tools of a sort… advanced tools, but tools nevertheless, :: she sent her conclusions to the men. :: Hank, I know this is hard for you… the implications and sorting out what it means to you, may take some time, but their creation isn’t their fault and they came all this way … for your approval. ::

As she spoke to them, Scott covered their silence and separate dialogue with a question, What about the other two? Jean thought she knew the answer – dead, if they were as close as these three, the only reason they’d separate is if they had no other choice.
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Well, when the Beast and his monstrous little workshop elves were working on the girls, they apparently did not skimp on the pride nor the haughtiness. More evidence to Hank's theory of their origins.

He still wanted to punch somebody, or something, or at the very least throttle something, but his rational mind was quickly overcoming his more emotional, his more bestial mind. It's not that the violent urge went away, it was just being controlled, and contained. He needed to go about 10 rounds in the Danger Room just to work this out of his system, but he could handle it.

Beast grimaced when the simulated lab popped up. No, that was wrong. More than a grimace. He flinched. Like someone had stuck a syringe in him. He had a similar memory, one where he was knocked out of a glass tube filled with a viscous goop, and then had to travel half-way around the world to find that his best friend and his other best friend's brother were transformed into monsters. And a fellow teacher and a student were killed. And that he was responsible for a couple hundred million deaths in Southern Asia.

It wasn't a pleasant memory.

::I'm not saying we take them out behind the tool shed, Jean:: Hank gruffly replied, ::Its just going to take me more than a minute to get over reality slapping me in the face like this.::

"I can field the first question, Scott," Hank said, stiffly, "Or at least hazard a guess. When I came back from his temple, after we had settled a bit, I did an inventory on my on-going experiments. I didn't want to report it, but a handful, three, I believe, tissue samples were missing. Not the entire example, so I was willing to believe that they were destroyed, or perhaps contaminated and were thrown out by the automatic biohazard program I set up."

"One of the missing pieces of tissue was Jason Helio's. I'm going to wager that the Apocalypse team of scientists were very interested in Gamma radiation. Lucky for all of us, they didn't succeed," Hank continued, "Jono Starsmore was another, but I didn't think anything of it at the time. I was running a test on the tissue the last day that I remember before waking up in the Temple."

"The last one was Emma Frost's. She asked me to look into her secondary mutation. I'm going to guess that the Beast and the Machine were interested in a telepathic coordinating network. That's why they made five clones. Once the world was conquered, Apocalypse and his lieutenants would stay in contact. One to stay in the Temple, one for each Horseman's satellite domain." Hank remained remarkably calm while he tried to piece together what his dark-side self was trying to do in the creation of the girls.

"Or something along the lines, at least," Hank said. It was easier to think of this stuff than Hank would like to admit. Just pursue a course without considering ethics, morals or even the vaguest notion of altruism.
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They sat quiet as the two who seemed to run the school talked to father. After a bit the question was posed to them of what happened to the other two of their sisters. Phoebe and Mindee sat unchanged but Celeste couldn’t help but squirm a bit in her seat the thought still bothered her a bit that they were missing two of their sisters. Phoebe as always spoke for the group though letting the other two merely wait in the wings where they were happiest to be. The three of them all ignored the first question Mr. Summers had asked them as father had more then well enough explained it they felt and science was not their strong point so they were in no rush to try and explain thins outside their full understanding. “Esme and Sophia both died as we took our leave from the service of Lord Apocalypse. Sadly while we are perfect in body and mind…physical combat is not a skill we currently have. And do to this short coming in our plan our eldest sister are no longer among the living.” There was no emotion to her voice. If she cared for them you would never know it. It was a fact and she fed it to them as if she was telling them the sky was blue or the grass was green.

Father went on to talk more about the plans and idea behind them and what they may have been made to do in the rand scheme of things had Lord Apocalypse won the war against the world. Despite the straight faces they did try to keep for the most part the mention of the plans and ideas for them seemed to spark a bit of hope in their eyes. That quickly passed as the three did not want to seem too excited over it as they were not as warmly received as they first thought they would be. The three of them closed the images down leaving the minds of the others as they had already been mentally put down once they were in no mood to do it again. Phoebe looked around the room and folded her arms across her lap as she spoke up once again. “So what steps would be needed for me and my sisters to enroll and learn more about this place, our powers as well as are past and futures.” They jumped from all the topics before to the point of why they were there as if all of what they had just reveled was not world shattering or a lot to take in. The school had the best chances for them to further their powers and become the weapons they were made to be and it also housed their father so going to the school seemed to be the most logical thought for the girls. And they wanted to get the process under way so they could start to expand their knowledge and better shape their minds and powers to what ever they decided they wanted to be.
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