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| Grievances; Magneto, Quicksilver, Pyro, Rage | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 10 2009, 05:15 AM (1,053 Views) | |
| Caliban | Nov 10 2009, 03:43 AM Post #1 |
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Hi, I wasn't sure where to post this, but here goes. I usually spend most of my time at school, unfortunatley the computers at school have that thing where almost every website is blocked. When I try to access X Men revolution it is blocked under "Newsgroups and Message boards." Is there any way to change that so I am able access this page at school. |
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| Sack | Nov 10 2009, 04:39 AM Post #2 |
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Use a proxy Just go to google and type in "proxy". You should be able to use one of the first links there. |
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| Magneto (old) | Nov 10 2009, 05:15 AM Post #3 |
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Magnokinesis / Flight
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Time of Day:2:59 Place in the Timeline:November 4th Washington DC The Vice President of the United States looked down at his watch as he appeared backstage, “Less than a minute, Bob.” “I'm working on it as fast as I can, Steve,” the President griped back without looking away from his wife who stood in front of him straightening his tie. He went back to muttering under his breath for a few moments before giving his wife an exasperated look, “Would you hurry up and finish already?” Looking slightly abashed, the ever-devoted Margaret “Maggie” Kinsey gave the neckpiece one final tug and smoothed the material, buttoning his suit coat and sliding her palms over the lapels, “I just want you to look your best, Robert. After all, we lost three seats in the Senate yesterday.” The President snapped his head toward Stephen, his eyes narrowing in uncertainty, “Do you really think 'difficult times' is a strong enough phrase? I really think we should go with dark times.” “Maggie, he looks impeccable,” Steve said, flashing her a reassuring smile as he closed the distance between himself and the Commander in Chief. Robert hadn't been his first choice as a running mate for the 2008 elections, but he had a regrettably strong, confident presence and... well, he wasn't sure exactly what had man so magnetic to so many of the American people. Personally, there was very little chemistry between the President and his Vice President, but between the two of them, they managed to secure the White House. He just hoped that having the opportunity to do so much for America would be worth the price of his soul. Actually, he was surprised his soul was still on the market; after all... there was that Friday night in the back of his old Camaro with Candy Davis. Stephen had been pretty damn sure his soul had been forfeit after that night; then again... maybe that was just pure luck. He shook off the random musings and focused on the here and now; placing a hand on each of the President's shoulders, he fixed gazes with the older man, “Bob... Robert... dark times? Don't you think that implies a certain amount of hopelessness? Not to mention the fact that there was another period of darkness that cost this world hundreds of years in advancement.” He tipped his head forward, looking at the man in front of him over the top of his glasses, “Do we really want to be associated with the Dark Ages where soap was a luxury?” “But--” “Difficult implies that we still have a chance, Bob. The Axis of Evil was difficult. Taxation without representation was difficult. Eighties hair bands were difficult. This is America, and you need to remind its people that we can even recover from the Apocalypse and Magneto, and probably save France again while we're doing it. So get out there and let 'em know what they're spending their tax dollars on.” He stepped back and motioned for the President to make his way onto the stage. Kinsey sighed in resignation, “Fine... time to put on a show, I guess.” He started toward the stage, his demeanor changing with every step. “Oh, uh Robert?” The President paused and looked back at Stephen, “Hm?” Stephen pointed at his own eyes with his index and middle finger and made loose circular motions with his hand, “You roll your eyes when you say the 'M' word... doesn't really fill our American constituents with hope for a better tomorrow. Just a suggestion, but you might want to keep that to a minimum. Those television cameras catch that kind of thing, and God forbid you want Fox News talking about how intolerant you are toward mutants.” The President narrowed his eyes slightly in annoyance as he nodded slightly in resigned agreement. He'd become a lot less argumentative lately. The Apocalypse could make a person feel much more tired and old than he really was, “Thank you, Mr. Colbert.” “Thank you Mr. Kinsey.” Stephen Colbert widened his eyes and let out a sigh of his own, cheeks inflating briefly with an over-exaggerated show of exhaustion. Some days, he wondered whether it would be more pleasant to get mauled by a bear than put up with Robert Kinsey. “Nullification generators.” The Master of Magnetism gave Quicksilver a brief glance, “Humans really are creatures of habit, aren't they?” He looked back toward the the distant crowd, eyes taking in the entire scene that lay before him. It was an outdoor stage set up in front of several sets of television equipment and vans; a sea of people crushed close together to hang hungrily off every word their moronic leader spoke. The nullification generators were quite powerful, but none of them were equipped with that little something extra SHIELD had wisely mounted on their abomination they had dubbed the CAGE. “As soon as I release it, Pietro, secure the area and make sure our quarry does not slip away. I'll be right behind you.” With those words, Erik bowed his head and closed his eyes in concentration as he felt the energy build within him... the magnetic forces that silently guided so many of their daily functions swirled around him like a flurry of particles trapped in a snowglobe. Fists clenched, his feet left the surface of the distant building they were standing on, likely coming in plain sight of any watchful eye. It did not matter. The final step was already falling into place. A flash of soft blue light erupted from the Master of Magnetism and crawled across the surfaces in the immediate area, shutting down anything with circuitry... including the nullification generators the humans hid behind. Erik immediately began moving forward through the air, his electromagnetic shield erupting in silver energy as it deflected a sniper's bullet. He barely payed it any notice as he floated through the air toward the very stage where he would execute a man for the persecution of his people. |
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| Kim Parker | Nov 10 2009, 06:20 AM Post #4 |
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even better. use Twitter. Live feed of proxies as they are tweeted. Might need some tech knowhow to put some of them into application though |
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| Marrow | Nov 10 2009, 06:23 AM Post #5 |
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hidemyass.com works good at my school. |
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| Quicksilver | Nov 10 2009, 07:56 AM Post #6 |
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“Humans really are creatures of habit, aren't they?” "It smacks of a lack of innovation," Quicksilver said, in his lightly accented tenor, "It is also rather insulting that they think such tired tactics have not been unprepared for." He stood with his father, his leader, and for this action, his will and his strength. Magneto had chosen his son to be at his side because what was about to happen would be broadcast around the world, more than any others, because such were the American people. They believed themselves important and had fooled the world into agreeing. Magneto would have his son here, because his power would benefit, because he was obedient, because it pleased him to do so. Quicksilver, dressed in his simple black and silver uniform that he had been given, showed no fear, no hesitance. His face was like stone, and for this moment, his heart was too. Almost. Avery, forgive what I am about to do. he thought desperately, wondering what she was going to say when this news hit. Would she still have faith... “As soon as I release it, Pietro, secure the area and make sure our quarry does not slip away. I'll be right behind you.” He looked at his father and said, "Quicksilver, Magneto, my name is Quicksilver." Then as Magneto lifted from the rooftop and blasted his powers outward to destroy the nullification, Quicksilver was a blur. slicing through the thickest part of the crowd to sew discord. The windows of the news vans shattered with the force of his passing, but he was careful not to dislodge one of their antennas, one of their cameras. The revolution may not be televised, but this act of salvation that would be lauded as terrorism would be. His sliding steps propelled him through the crowd, and too too quickly through the ranks of black suited men, with black lensed glasses and black barreled guns. Moving in a blur of movement and wind, Quicksilver moved around to each of the secret service, whipping their feet out from under them, slamming them to the ground, tossing them with his rarely seen strength into a pile on the great lawn behind the stage. Before they could recover, of course, before they could, he wrenched a segment of the wrought iron fence out of the ground and slammed it around the secret service agents, making a cage for them. He made sure to relieve the men of their weapons, crushing them each as he ripped it from them their holsters, their hands... "Stay calm" he said, to each, "And you will live." Then, he was on the stage, waiting for his father to do what had to be done. It took just moments to destroy the defenses around the American president. Now, he would know how it felt to be helpless and scared. |
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| Pyro | Nov 10 2009, 05:53 PM Post #7 |
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St. John was already in the crowd, disguised as a reporter for a college paper, praying that they had no newly developed technology to instantly scan the crowd for mutants. That, or any facial recognition devices. Wearing his classically orange glasses to at least hinder any of that stuff, he watched the crowd as the president of the United States of America's band began to play the royalties of office on their trumpets. St. John felt a... an absence of himself. As deep as his mental instabilities, something he was steadily coping with, the sensation of an unhindered flame was gone within him. Nullification generators had been placed around the perimeter. That's what made him felt so cold. He hated the feeling of anything lower than two hundred degrees. There was nothing to control, nothing to mold and incinterate. The pyromaniac felt sickened by the feeling, as all mutants were sure to feel. He knew it would last long. His general would soon come, disassemble the clockwork inside the generators, and their mission would begin. A mission that would radiate within the very soul of humankind and all of America. The result of today would echo throughout history deeper than the death of John F. Kennedy. No man was safe from Magneto and his Brotherhood. In a moment, he felt an almost electrified tingle pass over his skin, a faint burst of colored light passing over in a wave. As it passed, he felt hot again -- the fires within him rekindled. A rush of silver and moments later, the Acolyte Quicksilver had more than accomplished his deed. Even St. John wasted no time. Sticking his hand in his pockets he withdrew two lighters and in unison flicked the mechanisms to give life to the flames. Directing the flames, two channels roared outwards, encompassing the crowd as the pyrokinetic moved to the front, standing just at the foot of the stage. With a breath, the flames rose into a wall, reaching high into the air, blinding any sniper's sight from targetting any of them here. The orange and red wall would isolate all of the humans from escaping. There would be no leaving. They would all witness history. Even as added protection, St. John would manipulate fire to surround himself, preventing any of these undeveloped apes from attacking him. St. John stared coldly at the audience, his muses generating roaming hellhounds within the flames. |
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| Maxwell Simmons | Nov 10 2009, 08:11 PM Post #8 |
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Nospace.info works at my school :) |
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| Caliban | Nov 11 2009, 02:17 AM Post #9 |
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Thank you, thank you |
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| Rage | Nov 11 2009, 05:37 AM Post #10 |
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Thick within the crowd stood a short haired, hazel eyed girl. Glaring at the stage Rage waited for the loathsome president to show his face. She felt ill, the last time she felt like that she was within CAGE. It wasn't enjoyable then either. A young man, roughly the same age as Tina, was standing near her. He saw that she didn't look all too well and asked, “Hey... you feelin okay?” She snapped her attention to the young man at her side and replied, “I'm fine.” He nodded at the girl awkwardly. She asked the young man, “What do you think of our president?” The man looked back at her quizzically for a moment. “Uhh... I don't he could be okay I guess. He rolls his eyes a lot.” Looking back at the young man Tina lowered her eyebrows. “I see.” He continued on, “But I don't know he's got potential. Could be a pretty cool leader. And Colbert as the Vice? Come on you can't stand there and tell me that's not the coolest thing ever.” Staring at the stage and not sounding as excited as the young man she replied, “It's the second coolest thing ever.” Rage then saw a blur of silver out of the corner of her eyes. And it seemed that all she had to do next was blink and Quicksilver was on the stage. Soon after, Pyro sent his flame to encompass the area around the crowd. A smirk grew on the Rage Bringers face. Looking back at the young man she spoke to him, “That is the coolest thing ever.” Tina made her way to the stage passing through the panicked crowd, their shocked faces, and terrified gasps. She reached the stage and joined Quicksilver and Pyro on the stage. |
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| Magneto (old) | Nov 13 2009, 04:40 AM Post #11 |
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Erik didn't smile as he approached the outside stage, his shield pulsating with kinetic energy as bullets continued to bounce of its surface. There was nothing to smile about. He did not wish the deaths of anyone; in an ideal world, humanity and mutant kind would work together with homo superior in the lead role, directing all sentient beings' activities in a concerted effort to build a real and lasting paradise. Instead he and his people had to live through the hostilities of prejudice and fear that beset the from all sides. Had this been the Erik Lehnsherr of thirty years ago, he would have been heartbroken at what it had come to. Now all that was left was cold resolve. His magnetic field lit up yet again as another bullet ricocheted harmlessly away from him, stirring a bit of annoyance up in the Master of Magnetism. He reached out with his mutant senses and managed to single out where the shot had been fired... from the window of a hotel two blocks away. “Enough,” he muttered as he paused and looked over his shoulder in the general direction of the shooter. Raising a hand, he gave just enough of a tug on his attacker to pull him out of the window he'd been hanging out of and plummet several stories to the pavement. Magneto immediately turned away and continued his trek through the air, unconcerned for the fate of the man. By now, a wall of flame surrounded the stage and the crowd, keeping them secure; Erik gave a small nod of his head as he passed through the fire... it would give them the captive audience he desired. The heat parted like a curtain as he slipped through it, his shield erupting in silver light as it warded off the oppressive temperature. Glowing eyes watched the crowd bellow, noting the fear in their eyes as he descended on the stage. He turned and watched the obviously terrified crowd of onlookers, his eyes fading to a more normal appearance. Finally, he looked toward the Acolyte he had landed next to and gave a slight nod of approval at having the secret service neutralized so efficiently. “Well done... Quicksilver. I believe you have given these humans a demonstration of exactly how impotent they really are when they aren't hiding behind their precious technology.” He let his eyes wander back to the crowd, noting the screams and terrified shouts in the sea of men and women. They were cattle confined by a wall of fire, shielding their young and their loved ones while trying desperately to keep from making more than a few moments of eye contact with one of the most feared men on the planet. They smelled of sweat and fear, and it nearly turned Erik's stomach to be in such close proximity to them. “Rage,” Magneto said as he took a couple of steps toward the podium that had been meant for President Kinsey, giving the terrified man a meaningful glance, “Bring their Commander in Chief here. I want to make sure this hatemonger fully witnesses how his closed-minded views tear his country apart. Quicksilver, secure the Vice President. We all know they're political bedfellows... he really shouldn't miss this either.” Magneto turned back toward the crowd, eyes flickering toward the television cameras and causing them to spring to life, broadcasting a signal that would reach the stations they were meant for... he wanted to make sure the world had a front row seat to what would follow. Reaching the podium, he placed his hands on either side of it; his cape draped from his shoulders and the world-renown helmet sat firmly on his head to protect him from any psychic lapdogs the humans had on a short leash. He stood in silence for a few moments staring into the eyes of the people he would formally declare war on and taking note of the faces of the children dragged to these things by overly political parents. It was disgusting. Children should not be at functions such as these... they belonged in sandboxes and on swing sets, yet here they were being kissed on the head for a few points in the polls. It reminded Magneto of his own childhood and how it had been taken from him at gunpoint. He had watched his own father's head erupt in a violent spray of crimson before he had even mastered reading. The children of Sanctuary would be shielded from such a hell... they would know what it was like to really be a child. A hint of gentleness flashed in his eyes... as if he were a shepherd trying to calm his flock, “Do not be afraid... as long as you pose no threat to us, you will come to no harm.” He then turned his attention to the cameras, his gaze once more cold and hard; he was sure that by now every station with a half-intelligent crew was broadcasting his signal. “Many things have been said about mutants in the past several decades,” he spoke up, wasting now time. “We are dangerous. We are thieves. We are weapons in your schools and the monsters in you closet.” “What you see as a weapon, I see as a little girl with the ability to provide clean, abundant sources of energy for tens of thousands. A young man who can walk through walls? You are so quick to rob him of his innocence and accuse him of robbing a bank when he could just as easily rescue miners trapped in collapsed tunnels.” “You call me a monster, and you are right to do so. I am the death of homo sapiens, and I come before the world today with a formal declaration of war on all those who would continue to oppress and subjugate my people to the violence and hatred of their irrational. I and my Brotherhood will continue to plague humanity as humanity has plagued us. For every mutant child you have killed, we will kill one hundred... for every mutant home you burn, we will destroy ten times as many human churches, hospitals, or schools with our bare hands.” “You had decades to accept us with warmth, yet you refused to do so, and your prejudice has created the monsters you now fear. I come before you now with a promise, if you get in our way you will die. Those that speak ill of mutants will be crushed underfoot by their own hatred. We will not stop until the nations of this world surrender and make way for the rise of homo superior.” “I invite all mutants to join your brothers and sisters in Sanctuary... a haven for you and your children during this dreadful war, because nothing is more important to us than the future our little ones will give us. I urge you to seek Sanctuary, as it will be made available to all mutants all over the world... I promise.” Magneto's tone took on a sharper edge, “And for any mutants who do not seek refuge, but would rather remain with the humans that have mistreated them, I only ask one thing of you. Stay out of my way.” “To show you how serious we are, I demand that the President of the United States be brought before me to answer for his crimes.” Magneto turned to look at Rage, expecting the girl to bring forth the man as ordered. This would communicate to the public how serious they were... this was no longer the destruction of sentinels or the deaths of over a hundred on a highway. The death of many was a statistic. The death of one was a tragedy... especially when that one was the leader of one of the most powerful nations on the planet. |
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| Quicksilver | Nov 13 2009, 08:06 AM Post #12 |
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“Well done... Quicksilver. I believe you have given these humans a demonstration of exactly how impotent they really are when they aren't hiding behind their precious technology.” Despite himself, Pietro felt his chin lift and his chest swell at the rare and unexpected compliment. He felt ashamed, deep within him that the man's opinion meant as much as it did, though, so he merely nodded his head once, his expression showing nothing, showing absolutely nothing. He had done what he had been ordered, and he had done it on his terms, no one killed, nothing injured but perhaps their pride. These humans would know how it felt, how it felt to be powerless, to be afraid but there was no need for bloodshed. That was how Pietro felt he was helping to save his people, save his father, without losing himself. Magneto stood beside him, as the flames Pyro was so expertly controlling reflected orange and gold in the metals on his uniform, and he looked like... well, not the savior his son knew he could be, but the devil humanity expected of him. There was a second of hesitation in Pietro's mind, his heart skipping a beat. Was this a mistake? Was this drama and spectacle doing more harm than good? There was terror in the faces of the people watching. Was this fear necessary? He remembered all the pain that these people had done to him and his though, remembered his mother's death, his sister's fear, remembered what had happened to people he cared for, to people he loved. He felt that fear would be acceptable as an attention getting method as long as no one was injured here. It was up to him to prevent that from happening, wasn't it? Orders were barked by his father, his leader, towards Rage and himself, "Quicksilver, secure the Vice President. We all know they're political bedfellows... he really shouldn't miss this either.” And Quicksilver nodded again, zipping off to the White House's front porch where the various aides, newsmen and staff had attempted to retreat, those that had escaped Pyro's cage of flame. In the middle of the pack, being ushered away from the chaos, Stephen T. Colbert, vice president of the United States. Streaking through the well meaning but ultimately ineffectual protectors, Pietro skidded to a halt in front of the man. Colbert was uncharacteristically speechless as Quicksilver grabbed him by the front of his tailored expensive suit. The gypsy mutant leaned close and said, "Take a deep breath and do what you are told. I will not like to spill blood today, and certainly not so important a man, yes?" Colbert took the ordered breath and Pietro swooped him backwards back up to the stage, dumping him at Magneto's feet. "Sir," he said, with a slight bow, "The Vice President." |
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| Pyro | Nov 13 2009, 05:11 PM Post #13 |
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Pyro could not do much to assist the other members of the Brotherhood. Rather, he could really only hear what was going on. To break his concentration on watching and guiding the fires around the trapped crowd would result in the escape of many more than had already dogdged his first attempt to make them witness history. St. John narrowed his eyes, scanning the crowd. He could see that some people had the face of daring, potentially risking leaping through fire. To sway their opinions, hellhounds snapped outwards with an oppressing heat. The ephemeral creatures wandered, lashing out -- but not harming -- the human cattle in the pin of flame. With clarity he heard the Master of Magnetism call to Rage, summoning the President to be brought to his knees before the mutant supremecist. Magneto requested his son to capture the Vice President. In accordance to the request, Pyro reduced the ferocity of the fire for a brief moment, allowing Pietro to pass through it without harm -- although, Quicksilver moved so fast even Pyro doubted him to catch fire. Besides, St. John had no reason to incinterate the speedster. In a flash Pietro had returned with Vice President Stephen Colbert and St. John kindled the flames once more. With a brief glance, he looked towards his leader, wishing to see him break the top of the government in his hands. |
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| Rage | Nov 16 2009, 02:38 AM Post #14 |
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Rage kept her stare on the crowd as Magneto took the stage. Focused on their faces filled with fear. Then Magneto called for her name. She turned her eyes to the master of magnetism. He had told her to bring the President along. She nodded once to him and went behind the stage. The hazel eyed girl walked through the back looking for the President of the United States. Tina could hear Magneto's speech as she searched. Upon turning a corner, she saw him, cowering. Walking closer the Rage Bringer noticed his secret service men wasn't around to protect him, Quicksilver's doing. She approached the President and heard him. He was crying. Rolling her eyes she grabbed his collar to try and shove him up. “Lets go Mr. President. Magneto wants to see you.” He stumbled to his feet as she dragged him back toward the stage. As Tina did she came up with one of two conclusions, the first CAGE had made her stronger or two, the President was a weakling. He pleaded and begged, “Please! Let me go. I can make you very powerful, all the money you want in the US. Anything you want! I can get for you. Just please! Let me go!” Giving him an exasperated sigh she replied, “I want you to move faster.” It didn't take to long for Rage to return with the President who had continued to cry and plead and drag his feet. It was almost as if it had been rehearsed, because just as Magneto had turned to look for Rage. Tina had ushered the President further to face Magneto head on. Lower her head as she addressed Magneto she spoke, “The President of the United States, Lord Magneto.” It felt more fitting to call Magneto 'Lord' then it did calling the mutant hating coward in front of them the President. She raised her head to look back at the Brotherhood leader. The Rage Bringer had seen that Quicksilver had beaten her there with the Vice President. All the peices were in position, it would soon be time to end the game. |
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| Magneto (old) | Nov 17 2009, 10:44 PM Post #15 |
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Expectant eyes were not disappointed as Quicksilver presented the Vice President, and Rage the Commander in Chief himself. Erik didn't smile in satisfaction at seeing the man who commanded armies and maintained nuclear power at his fingertips cower before him. His eyes did not contain even the faintest hint of distasteful mirth at seeing the leader of the most powerful nation in the world still muttering bribery. The entire scene before him was disgusting. A man in a position such as the President of the United States should not be cowering like a child... he should face his adversary with his chin held high like Quicksilver's and Pyro's own defiant glimmer in his eyes. He certainly puffed his chest out enough on camera for his audience. There was nothing but disappointment to be seen here – an already obscene act made worse because this was no longer the alpha of the primates... this would be like executing a kitten. Magneto turned fully to face the President, glaring at him from underneath his helmet, his eyes flashing in anger at the sight of the man who had contributed so much to the persecution of his people. “President Kinsey,” he spoke loud enough so that it would still be picked up by the microphone, “You have ordered the indefinite detainment of hundreds of my people without formal charges being pressed or allowing them a fair trial. You blessed the Sentinel program which resulted in the deaths of scores of mutants and the destruction of hundreds' lives. You talk out of one corner of your mouth, wishing Americans to work with homo superior to build a lasting friendship, yet you continue to choke what little freedom you have out of our lives with the Registration Act. You have even proposed a temporary required nullification of our natural abilities.” “As of this moment, homo superior is declaring war on the United States and every other nation that is run by humans and human sympathizers. Your time is over. It is now our time.” Without another word he took the few steps necessary to close the gap between himself and the President, reinforcing the steel mesh inside his gloves as he punched the man in the chest. His fist shattered the man's ribs as magnetic force buried it inside the Commander in chief. Magneto's fingers closed opened just in time to once more close around the man's heart and crush it; he pulled his hand free and threw the ruined organ on the ground without even looking at the crowd. He immediately turned his attention to the Vice President, “This dynasty of racism and genocide dies with the two of you. You are just as guilty as your master.” Suddenly the microphone leaped from its stand and shot at the Vice President. He would no longer spout the hateful garbage that came out of his mouth once his esophagus was completely cut off. |
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