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Grievances; Magneto, Quicksilver, Pyro, Rage
Topic Started: Nov 10 2009, 05:15 AM (1,052 Views)
Quicksilver
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It was not what he was told would happen. Magneto had wisely told his son nothing about the death to come and Quicksilver had foolishly not asked his father to assure him of life. Pietro was fast enough physically to have stopped this senseless bloodshed, but he was too slow emotionally, rationally. It had already happened, a hundred times in the blink of an eye, a thousand... The President was dead the moment he was responsible for the first mutant death, and he simply didn't know it. The shock of it though, watching it happen though....

It was too late.

A whistle of wind and feedback cutting a missile's shriek towards the man who he'd promised would survived and Pietro's hand moved before his mind was aware of it, snatching the hurtling microphone of the air where blood splatter still fell to the ground in red jeweled baubles. The slap of the metal against his palm cracked out over the broadcasting signals, however such things worked, and the back of his saving hand was a hairs breadth from the throat of the vice president.

Quicksilver took the stage, not knowing what he was going to say, not knowing where this was coming from. He moved like the wind, in a blur of black and silver and now red as the last spatter from the dead man's penance stained his boots, and he put himself between his father's wrath and the helpless human it was directed at.

"But we are not like you!" he shouted, his voice carrying out over the flame, the fear, the horror. He wrenched his hand, ripping the microphone's cable from it's connector and he fingers fashioned it into a noose. Holding it out over the crowd, Pietro cried out, "This is what you have done to yourselves. You have committed suicide every time you decided to play God against those who by their very genetic code are nearer to deities that ever you will know!" Hurling the noose into the crowd he said, "Your president has paid for the crimes he has visited upon my people, but my father has shown the mercy you have not. Because I have spared this man," he flung a contemptuous hand towards the cowering Colbert. "On the orders of my father, he has been spared because we have mercy within us. We are not animals! We are not the boggarts under your beds!"

Whirling on Colbert, Pietro hauled him to his feet, dangling him an inch above the stage before he stood him on his far too expensive shoes, now scuffed and stained with gore, "You owe your life to my father. Do not forget that." Turning back to the crowd, he called out, again, "You all do! My father fought to save this world from Apocalypse, all of mutantkind did! Where you and yours crawled into basements, and sobbed under the covers, we sacrificed to save our world, and we will have our place in it! Magneto calls for Sanctuary and it will be given!"

Quicksilver spread his arms, opening himself to attack if it was to come. This was the defining moment. "This is our declaration of War, but it is more than that! It is our demand for freedom!"
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Pyro
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And it was done.

In a burst of flesh, bone, and blood, the Master of Magnetism's hand shoved its way through the chest of the President, wrenching out the still beating heart and throwing it away. From the corner of an eye, Pyro watched as the President fell back, pale faced and vacant. Blood poured from the hole onto the stage, seeping through the cracks and over the edge, dripping to the ground.

As Magneto turned his attentions towards the Vice President Colbert, he flung the microphone, but in a blur of silver Pietro had caught it, defending the soon-to-be President from the assaults of his father. Quicksilver's speech was quick and to the point.

Unlike Pietro, St. John had nothing to say. What could he say? The statement was thrown out there plainer than a blind grandma on the road. With the president's body turning cold and Colbert's pants no doubt turning wet, the world would have fallen still. A declaration of war from the Brotherhood to the world of humans and mutants.

Those who wanted to live could come find Sanctuary.

The rest could roll over into their grave or stand aside.

Breaking his connection with the blazes that surrounded the crowd. Disappearing in moments, the orange flames were reduced to ambient heat, the air still hazy from the fires.

"Go back to your homes. Stay there. Pray to your gods or turn to ash."

Turning to the stage and pulling himself up onto it, St. John walked over to the warm body of the president. Flicking his lighter, the pyrokinetic branded the body and part of the stage with the same symbol that appeared in the desert after the mutant prisoners were liberated.
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Rage
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Rage watched as Magneto spoke and unable to tear her eyes away as he pulled out the Presidents' hear. With the blood leaking from the President's body she side stepped out of the way to avoid stepping in the gathering puddle. Her eyes flickered back to Magneto as he moved in closer to the Vice President. Just then, a flash of silver was seen and it was Quicksilver holding the microphone now.

The feedback made Tina bring her hand to her ear and ring it out from the high pitch that engulfed her ear. As the son of the Master of Magnetism spoke, she lowered her eyebrows. She was sure that Magneto's intentions were to kill the Vice President too. Taking a look at the Vice President she wasn't sure what the next move was. Although in her face she only reflected curiosity, which was in all honesty Pietro's doing.

Or more of what he was doing, and why. All of that was washed away when Pyro lowered the heat. He told the people to go home or be reduced to ash. Smirking at his symbol he burned it was a pleasant reminder of the fall of the CAGE. When he finished Rage smirked. It was a symbol that meant freedom to her. Freedom from human oppression.

One such freedom for all mutants... well at least those who wanted it.
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Magneto (old)
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The microphone had been ripped from its path by the only person who could have done so... his own flesh and blood. Erik's jaw tightened; his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at Quicksilver as the boy spoke of mercy, making his own speech into the weapon that was supposed to be buried in the chest of the man who looked as if he might wet himself. Magneto considered for a brief moment ripping the microphone from Pietro's grip and killing Colbert with it anyway, but in front of live television? In the presence of all these primates and before the eyes of his own followers?

Silvery eyes flitted briefly to Pyro and then Rage; the former was moving toward the stage through the crowd per his orders. He was to make sure and leave a reminder for whoever would retrieve the body of the Commander in Chief... that four people had caused the death of the leader of the most powerful nation in the world.

Erik looked back at Pietro as the man continued on in his impassioned speech about how everyone present owed their lives to mutant mercy, and the barely noticeable, brief flicker of anger that had crossed his face was replaced with stern sobriety. He took several solid steps toward the front of the stage as his son turned from pulling the new President back on his feet and made a final proclamation that mutantkind demanded its freedom.

The walls of fire fell as Pyro closed in on the stage and ordered everyone to leave; Erik watched them stir hesitantly, obviously unsure whether it was merely a ruse, and the mutants were waiting for them to make a bid for safety before cruelly ending their lives. When nothing happened, the crowd of previously happy supporters turned into a small mob of crying, screaming individuals who trampled over each other in an effort to get as far away from them as possible.

Jaw set, Erik let a surge of invisible energy blast from his body without twitching a muscle. The weaker form of the electromagnetic pulse he had used minutes ago was sufficient to deaden the microphone as well as the television cameras. He was livid but didn't let the slightest hint of his true emotions pass his face; Quicksilver had completely disrupted what was to have been a violent, well thought-out message to the humans... one they would never forget. His son had diminished it.

“Quite inspiring, Quicksilver,” Magneto said softly as he watched the crowd disperse. After what seemed like minutes, he finally turned and pointed an accusing finger at the boy, fury burning in his icy eyes, “We're not done here.” Without another word, he walked past his son and spoke into his helmet, “We're done here.”

He gave the Vice President one final, deadly gaze, “You owe me your life, Mr. Colbert. Don't make me regret sparing it.”

And with a flash, the four mutants were gone.


Moments later, they appeared within the safe walls of Murderworld thanks to one of Magneto's off-site contacts... something he had arranged especially for them since they were performing such a murder in such a public setting. Immediately, Magneto reached over and slapped Quicksilver in the back of the head with a force that would no-doubt leave the speedster's head ringing, “That was for acting without waiting for my signal.”

His eyes immediately fell on Pyro and Rage, “Excellent work, both of you. Go get some well-deserved rest.” He looked back at Pietro, “In my study. Now.”
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