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| Topic Started: May 24 2010, 09:41 AM (865 Views) | |
| Hank McCoy | May 24 2010, 09:41 AM Post #1 |
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Time of day: 9 AM Place in the time-line: May 8th A tightness clung to the chest of Hank McCoy. Every breath he had was labored. He knew that whatever was happening, it wasn't something good. He knew that his cholesterol level wasn't nearly bad enough for this to be some sort of early onset cardio problem. Maybe this was related to the personality changes. They hadn't had any reports of how the person had felt before they 'switched'. Because, you guessed it, the personality that experienced it had been switched away. Most of the new personalities had been so disoriented by their new surroundings that they didn't really remember what was happening exactly before they had switched. Most of the time, people were more concerned with trying to orientate the new personality to worry about it. Hank sweltered in the light sheets on his bed. He was sweating, more than usual (fur got hot). He was fighting the urge to stay in bed and try to let this pass on its own. If he didn't face the day, then it couldn't throw what it wanted at him. But, he had things that he wanted to accomplish today, and hiding wasn't high among them. He stepped out of bed, stretching his massive limbs to get the sleep out of them. He turned to look at the mirror, to see just how much work he had to face down with his comb. But as his head turned, his pupils dilated, and Henry P. McCoy was no longer driving the car anymore. fear confusion boxed in The Brute knew that it didn't like to be trapped in the small buildings. Soldiers and scientists lived in the small buildings. Brute had to get out. Through the window, the Brute crashed through, littering the ground beneath with broken glass. He noticed that the fur on his arm was blue, not green. Something was wrong. Brute needed his girl. He hurdled through the Mansion's ground for a minute. His leaps weren't going as far. He wasn't as fast as he usually was. He was scared. Something was done with Brute. "KIIIIIIITTTYY!" Brute screamed. He was afraid, and everyone knew that animals were more dangerous when they were afraid. |
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| Jason Helio | May 27 2010, 12:09 AM Post #2 |
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Jason was just getting back from his morning run. He hadn't used to run that often, but now he did. It wasn't to work out. It was to control his powers. When he ran, any slight strength increase would be noted by a massive leap forward. He pushed himself, sprinting, trying to tax his muscles without them automatically calling upon his gamma energy for help. Success was limited. He had managed to actually breath a little hard this time, but that only lasted a little bit. Well, progress was progress. Since Jason had been having more frequent and more intense workout sessions he had seen a little more of Dr. McCoy than usual. Nothing serious, but just a few things to be checked out now and again. Jason's unique physiology meant that he needed checking on. For example, a broken bone of his would heal but he would need massive calcium infusions for it to do so properly since it was so dense. Jason liked the doctor, though the man was on a different stratosphere intellectually. Jason considered himself "streetwise". He improvised, reacted, and dealt with his situations through a mixture of wit, cleverness, and reflex. The doc was always a few moves ahead. If Jason had ever played chess, he wouldn't want to play Dr. McCoy. Still, it didn't make him a stick in the mud. Doc was fun, he joked. He was a good guy, for a teacher and Jason could certainly imagine worse. So when he heard the usually calm and articulate voice scream in a horrible rumble that sounded nothing like the Hank McCoy he knew, Jason took a detour. For him the action was quick. A couple of jumps and he was greeted with the wild eyed Henry McCoy. "Doctor McCoy?" Jason said, running to catch up to him, "What's wrong?" |
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| Old Kitty Pryde | May 27 2010, 03:49 AM Post #3 |
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Was there such a thing as a woman's intuition? How about a mutant's intuition? Or how about the belief that eventually something else was going to go wrong simply because like the salt commercial said 'when it rains it pours'? Kitty Pryde had been living under the shadow of worry for weeks now. With the far reaching madness drawing in ever closer, while friend was turned to stranger, and wedding turned to ruin, and every bad thing that could be visited down was. What other choice did she have. There was no control anymore, no order. Kitty Pryde understood good and bad, right from wrong, black and white. But all of this was beyond her comprehension. All of this, like the strange world bleeding into her friends and home was beyond understanding. Life went on, but she was starting to wonder for how much longer. Had they already crossed the point of no return and not even noticed it? The most brilliant of minds (and Emma Frost), the most powerful and strongest, the bravest, the best, were all stumped by this. Hero or villain, X-man or Brotherhood, homo-superior or homo-sapien, all were now united in the same boat. The 'we better get this under control soon or we are all doomed boat'. In some ways Kitty knew this to be worse then Apocalypse, at least then the threat had a face, had an army, something tangible you could touch and fight back. How did you retaliate against this? How did you stand up against a threat that was linear and intrusive, displacement that scanned not even a measurable space but the very fabric of universes? Kitty didn't have the slightest clue. Instead the young X-man turned to the only thing that aided anyone in crisis such as these : prayer and faith. She hoped to make a deal with God: give her something to hit, something to battle and she would, they all would. Bring the scale back down to where they understood and could comprehend, just make the fight fair. As she had expected, like Jehova's test on Job, she to got no answer. God was just but not always fair, at least not so much when it came to the world. Still the X-man prayed, what else could she do. She was heading to the small chapel in the school when she heard the sound of smashing glass, of a loud beastial scream of her name. She wished she had time to not know what was happening, to be confused, but she didn't. She had simply seen too much these last few weeks to have the luxury of not not knowing what was going on. She darted for the door, passing one of the students coming in from the outside. "Not that I'm not already used to the 24/7 crazy around here but anyone wanna tell me why Dr. McCoy jumped out his window and is running on all fours like he's gotta get to a sale at Big Tall and Blue." Kitty choose to ignore the mockery in Kevin Ford's voice and just jump straight into her own problem. "Kevin, I need you to go find Jean, if she's not around get the Professor or even Emma Frost if you have to. We might need a telepath to take Hank down if this is bad." The boy just stared at her, delaying her precious seconds. She was so close to throttling him it was shocking. "And I have to listen to you because....." "Kevin I swear I've always been against corporal punishment but you are seriously making me reconsider my stance. Just do as I said and hurry the HELL UP!!" Kitty pushed the sarcastic teen out of her way, hands pushing him along on his jacket. She didn't bother with using the door, just phasing outside the walls. The early morning sun was a shock to her eyes, and she searched for the volatile blue beast while her eyes adjusted. Please let me find him before he hurts someone or himself, please if he has to run into someone let it be someone like me who he can't touch. Had she more time she would have laughed a little. She wasn't in the chapel and still she was praying. She spotted Jason Helio getting to Hank before her, and with a speed that amazed her she dashed towards the two men. "Jason be careful!" she yelled out. "He's not himself" At this rate no one will be soon |
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| Nightcrawler | May 27 2010, 03:50 AM Post #4 |
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A few things were off in the minds of mutants. People were changing -- becoming different -- flickering -- switching. These were not normal, even considering that the school had a few mutants who could easily perform such mind-bending acts. For those who could not bend the minds, there were even those flexible enough to bend themselves into a twist. Kurt had been worried that some of the students would experience more trauma. William, Sooraya, Robert and more were all changed. It bothered Kurt. He was worried that he would switch with something that was more... demon than he was. He felt something might threaten to tear the Lord out of him. But it had not happen, so his prayers seeed to be working. Laying on a long branch, his tail coiled around the structure to hold himself in place, Kurt flipped the page of one of his many books containing the scripts of theatrical drama. He had read them several times, but in his dramatic nature he was naturally obligated to refresh himself. "To be, or not to be," he emulated, holding a hand out as though he were to gaze upon a skull resting on his palm. He continued the soliloquy, absorbing the character depth and conflict of whether or not Hamlet would decide to kill himself. Existance itself is what was up to debate in the speech, the spoken thoughts of a man who could not decide whose life to take. It was tormenting, full of despair, and as Kurt mentally acted out the motions of the speech on a stage, the sound of a thousand splinters of glass bursting from their frame pulled him from his musings. "Ach! Wer hat Scott geärgert?" he said to himself, his pointed tail unfurling itself. He half-expected a red ray to shoot out of a window (not that Scott had an anger problem or anything), but his expectations were drowned by the sound of a familiar voice screaming in the morning. They disappeared for a moment as he teleported, appearing in a smokey haze atop of the mansion like a gargoyle. "KIIIIIITTTYY!" "Mein Gott..." Hank, undoubtedly one of the most friendly and intelligent people in the mansion, was prowling across the Mansion's ground, looking like he was about to rip a tree from its roots. Across the grounds, one of the Senior X-Men students was running to meet the beastial Hank. Below, Kitty had phased through a door. Bamfing to the ground in front of Kitty, then across the grass, Kurt arrived just after Jason was able to. "Doctor McCoy? What's wrong?" Something, obviously. Given recent incidences, it wasn't too difficult for Kurt to consider the option that Hank was in the middle of one of those freak-outs. Kitty affirmed his suspicions. "Jason be careful. He's not himself." Taking a step forward to put himself between Jason and Hank (as per the duty of a teacher), Kurt calmly spoke to the other blue mutant. "Hank, mein blau Freund! How about we skip to the ending and you play Othello for me?" Holding aloft his book in a three-fingered hand, he made the title quite visible to Hank. Of course, Hank would know exactly what he was talking about... Right? |
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| Alistair Cameron | May 28 2010, 01:17 AM Post #5 |
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Although he had only been in America for a little over a week, Dr. Alistair Cameron was already finding it quite difficult to assimilate into American culture. The first time he had driven a car, he had had almost caused an accident due to his unfamiliarity with driving in the States. He found the base public to be rude, and his luggage had been lost on his way here. His first week at the school saw him teach in a pair of knock-off slacks and a shirt that wasn’t even starched. It was embarrassing. But, despite his difficulties adjusting, Alistair was able to find a few bright spots in the experience. For one, he had dropped right in the lap of a perplexing quantum mechanical puzzle. Apparently, members of the staff and student body were having “episodes,” which resulted in a perverse personality shift, one so complete that many had said that it was like interacting with a completely different persona, some sort of bizzaro version of that person. At first, he had dismissed the issues as medical or psychological. But as more instances came to his attention, the more he couldn’t ignore it. And a theory started to develop in his mind, one which would be difficult to prove until he could gather some empirical data. A few days after he first learned about these incidents, providence struck him. While working on some calculations in his personal quarters, he heard a loud crash, as well as several screams. Looking out his window, he saw his colleague, Dr. Henry McCoy, panting heavily. One of the first things Alistair wanted to do when he arrived was pick the man’s brain, but there had been way too much to do. But it was clear that the man in front of him was not Henry McCoy. At least not at the moment. The intelligence that was so visible in the man’s eyes was no longer there, replaced with a more instinctual, self protective glare. Dr. McCoy, or whoever it was that was inside Dr. McCoy, needed to be apprehended before he caused an accident, so that they can figure out a way to restore his faculties to him. Acting quickly, he unlatched the locks on his window and kicked it open. As he stepped out onto the roof, he felt the cool night breeze ruffle through his open dress shirt, as he didn’t really bother to check if he was looking presentable at the moment. Right now, the safety of the students and the School itself was primary. And in the back of his mind, Alistair was jumping at the chance to examine a presence which may have originated from an alternate reality. The very thought of being able to do an analysis was breathtaking. But before he would be able to do that, he had to deal with the issue at hand. Besides, he was uniquely suited for the situation. He could make sure Dr. McCoy was incapacitated without hurting the man. Taking a deep breath, he walked towards the edge of the roof, and then took a step off it, seemingly walking on air. In fact, he was manipulating the earth’s gravity enough to allow him to appear that he was walking on air, when in reality, he was just falling VERY slowly. As he made his way toward the Doctor’s position, he noticed a few other people gathered around, some that he knew, some that he didn’t. He knew the teleporter, Kurt Wagner, by reputation only. And the other was Kitty Pryde, who he had not yet met. But one thing was for sure, this was something that the staff would have to deal with. Once he reached the group’s position, he slowly increased the gravity around him, initiating a controlled fall which ended with him gracefully touching the ground as if he had been floating in a swimming pool. “I believe it would be best if we found a way to sequester Dr. McCoy to a more isolated part of the mansion, wouldn’t you say?” he offered. His eyes were focused on the Doctor though, ready to pin the man to the ground if he did anything aggressive. Once out of public view, a more thorough examination of the event could be conducted. |
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| Hank McCoy | May 29 2010, 07:31 PM Post #6 |
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The Brute wasn't one for words. It was not in his nature to talk things out. It was for the same reason that mama bears didn't try to peacefully sort out the situation with its cub. The same reason that starving dogs didn't ask if it was okay to devour their prey. Brute was wild. And right now, Brute was scared and confused. That's when wild animals were at their most dangerous. First came the cub. Brute did not recognize the child. Honestly, he didn't have anything in him that would stop him from smashing into Jason the micro-second he detected the boy as a threat. But Brute didn't have the inkling yet. It was a holding pattern. Brute sniffed the air and pursed his lips to show the fangs underneath. Brute recognized the next entrant instantly. How could he not? It was his Kitty. The one person that the Brute trusted. The one person that treated Brute like a person. Brute had done many terrible things to her, and didn't understand half of it, but she was the only being on the planet that saw through his giant, hulking green body to see that somewhere, there was the real McCoy. But Kitty looked different. If Brute thought like normal men do, he'd think she looked better. Not emaciated. Well-groomed. She didn't look like she had spent the past couple of years in a cave, with a giant beast that fetched her raw venison and very little else to eat. "Smell like Kitty..." Brute said slowly, "Not look like Kitty..." Brute's investigation of this Not-Quite-Kitty was immediately interrupted by the smell of brimstone. A blue thing, not human, approached Brute. Brute didn't like this. Blue smelly thing was waving something at Brute. Brute just growled at blue smelly thing. Brute didn't want the smelly thing to bring soldiers or scientists to Brute. Worse yet, Blue Smelly thing could be a soldier or scientist itself. Another one came. Old man. Older than Kitty. Like Kitty's dad during Brute's dark days. Brute on edge. "Stay away from Brute..." he rumbled, his narrowed eyes darting back and forth between the older man and the blue thing. "Kitty, come with Brute." |
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| Jason Helio | May 31 2010, 06:51 AM Post #7 |
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Jason had never experienced a "flicker" as they were called. He had heard about them. It was hard not to hear about all the stuff going on at the mansion. And elsewhere. Scary shit. As far as Jason knew they had number one psychic and number two psychic right there at the school. Probably the highest concentration of mental power in the entire world. Nothing. No change. No cure. No idea. Just people suddenly becoming other people. Jason had heard of flickering, but it was one thing to know about it and another thing all together to look at someone you know and come to the immediate conclusion that they were a different person. So when the others shouted at him, Jason kept with Hank until he slowed. He seemed to have one thing on his mind. Kitty. Everything else was like white noise to him. Even Mr. Wagner's approach was meaningless. He thought that Kitty was "different" somehow. Different than how he thought she should be? They were on a razors edge right now. No one knew what Dr. McCoy would do. He seemed angry, not even human. He spoke in incomplete sentences, grunts, and not very much. Jason was ready to fight him if he had to now. He didn't want to though. Right now there were four of them, and one of him. Mr. Cameron had a pretty kick ass power so they should be able to keep anyone from getting hurt. They should be able to wait this out right? It ends. Well, not always though. Shit, this would be bad. Have the doctor out of commission when everyone was getting sick. A kind of sick. Of course, it didn't seem to be physical but still it could be something that Dr. McCoy could help with. Not in his current state though. This person couldn't have any of Dr. McCoy's skills. He couldn't even form a full sentence. Jason doubted his talent looking through a microscope. "No reason to go anywhere," he said as calmly as he could muster, "No one here is going to hurt you." Jason's stance had adjusted, one foot slightly in front of the other prepared to bring his arms up for a fighting stance at a moments notice. |
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| Old Kitty Pryde | Jun 6 2010, 02:25 AM Post #8 |
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Kitty's nerves were on edge. Hank approached her, not in his civilized manner, but in a more animal brute way. For the first time in all the years that Kitty had known him the blue doctor was what his code name suggested, a beast. Seeing Hank like this was perhaps the cruelest thing she had witnessed so far in all the switches that had happened. Kitty knew how much Hank valued his intellect, it was who he was in some ways. So many people would look at him and see only the animal traits on the outside not the soul and brilliant mind of the scholar and gentleman within. He had risen above a world of prejudice and proved his prowess everyday. If there was anyone who would find a answer in science to all this madness it would have been Hank, and now it appeared even that option was shot. She felt tears sting her eyes for all that was lost, not only for her friend but for her hope as he sniffed and smelled her, searching for a familiarity that he needed and that she didn't understand. In case he turned on her she went intangible, he wouldn't be able to tear her to shreds, at least not physically. He seemed to know her, but not, questioning similarities and differences. She wanted to plead with the man, to explain how this was beneath him, but she was at a loss for the words. Kitty had never in her life at Xaviers so far had to explain anything to Hank, at least nothing scientific. Now the genius was gone leaving only the beast. Kurt and Jason stood around her each trying to reach out to Hank in the ways they knew how. Passivity, kindness, kind words to soothe a savage nature. It was all too much and not enough, and Kitty could feel the rips in the fabric that had been her reality even if she could not see them. Hank called for her to accompany him, to what ends she didn't know. She tried to think of what to say, what perfect phrase would resolve all of this, but the words didn't want to come. Kitty knew how to talk to Hank McCoy not Beast. "Jason's right Hank." she tried again earnestly,hoping the words would come to her on the fly. "Listen to us, okay. Just.. This isn't you. Your not like this, your smarter then this, your not a brute." Could they reason with him? Was love enough to tame the savage beast or did such simplicity only exist for romantics and fools? Kitty didn't know and she was afraid to realize that she was probably soon to find out. |
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| Nightcrawler | Jun 6 2010, 03:08 PM Post #9 |
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Kurt felt a sudden rush of dismay bring down his typically cheerful demeanor. If there was one thing in the world that Hank would help him quote, it was Shakespeare... And Star Wars. But Kurt saw none of that in the present Hank. Once more, they had lost another member of their metaphorical family. Hank was no longer hank. He was something else. Something more Beast than man. Kurt did not intrude further, he didn't move forward towards Beast, who was noting the smell of his other companion Kitty. Beast seemed to look over Kurt and focus on Kitty. Kitty was the only one he'd recognize... somewhat. Just by listening, Kurt was able to reason through a few facts. With Beast changing with another personality, perhaps from the same world that all the others had changed from, he knew Kitty there. But 'Brute'? He wasn't Hank, that's for sure. Kurt's tail wavered pensively in the air, his body falling into a deep crouch that left his knuckles barely tracing the blades of grass below their feet. Nearby, another member of the faculty whom Kurt had not formally met yet, Alastair Cameron, floated down from the sky, lured to earth again by his control over the forces of gravity. Kurt offered him a short glance over the shoulder, acknowledging what was said. "That is a possibility, but we should resist violence as long as we can. We do not want to cause Hank any more trauma than necessary, of course." His tail flicked as he focused on the animalistic version of his friend. Falls notwendig kann ich ihn zu er Gefahrzimmer teleportieren. Erhält ihn dort wird schwächen ihn, he thought to himself. A side-effect of his teleportation -- people who were not used to it were drained of some of their energy from the experience of moving through the Brimstone Dimension. If necessary, Kurt could teleport Hank to the danger room in order to protect himself and students. He wasn't going to say that aloud. "Kätzchen?" he said to Kitty. It was more or less her call, especially since this 'Brute' wanted Kitty to go with him. |
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| Hank McCoy | Jun 12 2010, 09:38 AM Post #10 |
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The pup among this motley crew, the one that Brute hadn't made up his mind about, spoke up. The pup was at the crossroads. He wasn't quite old enough to be a soldier or a scientist. But not young enough for Brute to pass over. Still could be a threat, and Brute had to react to threats. Only way for a beast to survive. If something was threatening Brute's territory, whether it be scientists, soldiers or just campers, swift and harsh response had to be the last word on the subject. Brute still was evaluating the pup. Every shift in the boy's stature was noticed. "No tell Brute lies," Brute said angrily, baring his teeth. "Kitty..." Brute said, not understanding her words, "They get to you? Scientists catch us?" She, in the past, had talked about Brute didn't have to be a monster, but Brute didn't know how to be smarter. All Brute could could hope for was a cure, or something that would get his rages under control. "Brute will rescue Kitty from scientists." Brute couldn't understand what was happening, but he knew that he had to protect Kitty, whatever was happening. Brute didn't like the blue thing that crouched into grass. Brute would have attacked already, but he knew better to do that in front of his Kitty. Kitty told Brute that he could only attack if he was attacked first. Blue thing hadn't done anything more sinister than wagging its tail. Old man was doing nothing, which made Brute nervous. He wanted to get out of there. When old men did nothing, they were usually planning something. "Kitty, go," Brute said, knuckle-walking the distance between him and the cross-dimensional doppelganger. He extended one hand towards Kitty. "Not trust these men." |
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| Jason Helio | Jun 14 2010, 05:00 AM Post #11 |
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This was a delicate situation at best. Kitty and Hank could be anything in the other dimension. If Jason moved to stop Hank from doing anything, than he would almost certainly attack him. That was how it seemed. Though he feared everyone else standing around him right now, he seemed to trust Kitty. He was even willing to sacrifice his own safety, in a way. He was scared to be here, but even the threat of danger did not mean that he would leave without his friend. At least, that was Jason's layman assessment of the situation. If Kitty chose to go with him, then Jason would not stop her. He finally actually addressed Jason, furthering the idea that he didn't trust anyone. "I have no reason to lie to you, Dr. McCoy," Jason said, still addressing him by that name since it was the only one he knew him by, "No one has made a move to hurt you, have they? Let's just all calm down. We're all here to help you." Jason's goal, which he assumed was shared by all, was simple. Don't let him run out of school grounds without his image inducer therefor qualifying for Shield lovely new 'don't ask, don't tell' law about genetic mutation. A show of his blue fur in a populated area would mean being arrested. Being arrested was not something this new Dr. McCoy would probably take very kindly to. Blood could be shed. Jason was prepared to football tackle him if he tried to run again to keep that from happening. He prayed he wouldn't have to. If they did get in a fight, Jason prayed that the man didn't have anywhere near the intricate knowledge of Jason's powers and how they worked that Dr. McCoy did. It was sure weird referring to him as two people. |
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| Old Kitty Pryde | Jun 26 2010, 02:33 AM Post #12 |
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Kitty's concerns were rampant on multiple fronts the least of them being her own safety. She wanted to believe that somewhere deep inside a part of the Hank she knew still resided in Brute. She wanted to believe that but knew that all evidence pointed to the contrary. Kitty eyes darted from the blue feraled doctor to Jason to Kurt, each pleading or reasoning with Brute as best they could. Brute she had to keep reminding herself, Brute not Hank She had a decision to make and she had to make it quickly. There was no time for a pro and con list, no stressing or debating, no regretting. It was time for Kitty Pryde to use all that X-men instinct inside of her and go with her gut. She could see and hear as Jason and Kurt debated what to do as Jason tried to gain Brute's trust and Kurt hoped to keep the ensuing trauma to as less as possible. But as concerned as her friends were she knew there was little they could do. This was about her as evidenced by the blue hand extended out for hers. "It's okay guys." she said to the X-men by her side. "Trust me." She wondered why her voice sounded so affirmative, so calm, it was a betrayal of how she really felt. Chaos reigned inside of her but her movement and voice seemed surprisingly calm. She had committed herself to this course of action. There had never really been a choice. "Okay Brute. Okay." She extended her hand to the blue beast and as her palm met his she fell forward forcing her body to go completely intangible. Her movement was swift and fluid as her intangible form phased through him, materializing herself enough so that the disruption to his neurons would be enough to render him unconscious. She knew what would happen to him, it was what had to be done and yet. Yet she felt awful for it, as if somehow she had betrayed him. No, he was not the Hank she knew but it was clear in the beast's eyes the concern he had for her, the care. Who knew what had all befallen their counterpart selves in that other world. Maybe they had only had each other, and now he had been betrayed by the one person he trusted and believed in. Kitty stood up and composed herself wiping an errant tear from her eye. The deed was done now, she'd process her grief later it was the X-man thing to do. "I don't know how long he'll stay out. Can you teleport him to the infirmary, Kurt?" The irony was not lost on Kitty at that moment, that the great doctor was now the patient. Forgive me, Brute she thought as she looked at the knocked out blue beast and kneeling beside him she took his heavy blue hand in hers this time with no agenda other then to hold it. |
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| Nightcrawler | Jun 30 2010, 01:38 AM Post #13 |
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This Brute was still locked inside of the body of his fellow blue friend, making things considerably more difficult. Kurt didn't really know what to think of the situation. The beast wanted Kitty to go with him away from the Mansion, which would prove to be a problem if they actually left. Kurt could easily track them, conserving his energies by flitting through the trees rather than teleporting, but it would inevitably become tedious and a waste of time. The fact was, Kurt did not believe that this alternate personality of Beast from another world would be especially safe to be around. Despite Kitty's ability to let things just phase through her, it was other people that Kurt felt would be in danger. And if the general lack of pronouns was absent from Hank's speech, there was no telling what Brute was capable of. Passively, Kurt remained in his low crouch, prepared to spring into action if the need was called for. Clutching his beloved theater book, Kurt's tail waved behind him as he processed things. Jason still made an attempt to contact the Doctor within Brute, which seemed to be a futile effort. "Jason," Kurt said in a soft voice, his German lilt carrying a gentle command with it. It was a small notion to ask the younger X-Men to be quiet without seeming rude. "Let Kätzchen decide." "It's okay guys. Trust me." His indigo head tilted in a nod of approval, his thighs tensing with the intention of throwing himself forward should anything go wrong. But, nothing happened. Kitty reached to take the Brute's hand, but she continued forward, activating her mutation and phasing through the body of the foreign Hank, coming out through the other side of the blue meanie. "Wunderbar," Kurt said with a sigh of relief as Brute fell into unconsciousness. "I did not want to play 'fetch the de-evolving blue man' today. Gott, he has gotten very good at it." An attempt to lighten the mood, but whether it succeeded in its goal to allieviate some of the ambient tension of the situation was left to the beholder. Rising from his feet, Kurt tucked his book into his back pocket, walking in his hunched posture over to the other X-Men. "Ja. I think it would be best if Jean joined us there as well. But, we will make due with what we have. If you want to go for the ride, grab on." Kurt lowered himself next to the unconscious blue mutant and Kitty, resting his three-digit hand on Hank's limb. He'd give them a moment to rest their hand himself or eachother. Extending his field of teleportation to capture the others, he offered them a fanged grin. "Hold your breath, meine Freunde, it's about to get a little sulfurous." Bamf. |
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| Hank McCoy | Jul 8 2010, 05:55 AM Post #14 |
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Bestial Form and Traits
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Brute howled as he fell, completely surprised by his Kitty's attack. In all his years, he had only trusted on human. To be attacked by her was more than just the physical pain that she caused. It was confirmation to the Brute what he had always suspected. He was alone in the world, a monster that would eventually be hunted down and killed. His howl was cut short as he thudded against the ground. When he woke up, he was back in the cave, angry enough to rampage. It could be rough times for the Upper Peninsula for the next week or so. Hank coughed, his throat irritated by brimstone and smoke, and he slowly blinked himself into the daylight. "Oh my stars and garters," Hank said, "Now that was an experience... I was so big. I was to Colossus what Manute Bol is to Muggsy Bogues. Based on what I saw, I'd guess some sort of experimentation with gamma radiation. As the, y'know, cause of my giantification." Hank was still a bit groggy from the experience. "Wait, Kitty, did you attack me? The me that was actually him?" A look of dread feel upon Hank's face. "Oh my..." "That was probably not the best idea in the world. As much as I could gather, my counterpart's only companion is your counterpart, Kitty. I don't know how he'll respond to the idea of her attacking him... Let's hope you don't switch with your counterpart anytime soon, because I can't guarantee her condition." "It'd have been better for Jason to give me a love tap, or to have gotten Scott and put me out." |
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