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| Drinking It Away; Bishop; Open. | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 29 2011, 02:15 AM (223 Views) | |
| Colossus | Sep 29 2011, 02:15 AM Post #1 |
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Sept 3. 9:45pm The back booth of Sal's Bar. ____________________ There wasn't much else to do. As late in the day as it was, Piotr had returned to the city, and had even gone to the Appartment he'd been given by Warren. Personall, Piotr liked Warren, the guy was cool, and not just because he'd given the people staying to fix up the mansion, or stay even past that, for that matter, but because the guy had class. Something Piotr occasionally felt like he lacked. He didn't want to wake the otherpeople who were nearby in their own places, already sleeping, or possibly not, so he stood outside in the growing dark. As he stood there trying to decide what it was he wanted to do, he stayed in his metal form. He'd be exhausted enough come the time in which he changed back, and he wasn't ready to pass out just yet. He finally got fed up with standing out in the parking lot in front of the apartment, and made his way down the streets to the bar that mutants were welcome at. Sal's. At least there he wouldn't be causing a problem with how he looked. Besides, with it this dark, he simply looked like a freakishly tall guy in his jacket. Nothing amiss there. So he continued walking. His unfaltering steps easily covering the distance in a pace that would be hard to keep up had he been flesh. Sure, he probably passed many a person who noticed lights glinting off his steel skin, and undoubtedly someone somewhere was calling SHIELD about a large mutant walking around in 'god fearing honest human' areas, but none of them said anything to him. Which was smart, because if he heard one more reference to mutants and god in the same sentence, he'd probably prove to them all just how scary a pissed off metal Russian could be. Soon enough, he stepped into the Bar's front door, and nodded to the bartender, motioning that he'd like a pitcher sent to him. He went towards the back of the bar, making it obvious that he had no desire at all to stop and speak with anyone. He noticed a couple of mutants sitting quietly off in a different dark corner. He wanted to smile at their bravery for not having left for somewhere safer yet, but he couldn't Too many were gone, and not just already left for Utopia. She hadn't died, but Shawn, the little girl with the voice of light, had almost left this world. That, piled onto the many deaths of students and staff, all whom he considered his friends and family, was just too much for him to be able to express happiness. A waitress placed the pitcher down in front of him, and then placed a chilled glass on a napkin, and attempted a smile as he nodded to her. She was cute, truthfully, but his lack of interest in such things now managed to stop him from even faking a flirt. She didn't show how that stung her pride, but her smile dissappeared and she quickly vacated his proximity. Realizing that, for now, his desire to be metal and his desire to be drunk were conflicting wants. Begrudgingly he returned to flesh and bone, and poured his first glass. <Bog, ili tot, kto slushaet, pozhaluĭsta, sledyat za moyeĭ semʹi, kotoryĭ umer ne tak davno... God, or whoever is listening, please, watch my family, who died not so long ago." He repeated the same sentence twice, one in each language, before downing his entire glass in one breath. He quickly poured another glass, and another, and soon motioned that another pitcher was desired. He'd made it nearly halfway through the second pitcher, never taking more than a few seconds to refill the glass and return to drinking, when he noticed that he wasn't alone. <Oh Great. Someone Who's Here To Meddle. Well Hell... I Guess Take A Seat And Get A Glass. I'm Not Going Anywhere Until I'm Done.> |
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| Bishop | Sep 30 2011, 01:20 AM Post #2 |
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The mansion was a smoldering husk of ruins, people he considered friends and family, even children......dead. The remaining mutants there were doing something that was probably better that he didn't know about; plausible deniability and all that if Hill got it in her head to press him for info. As much as he loved everyone there, the person who he cared for first and foremost was his sister, and since she was fine, he was too. He'd even offered what services he could give, but they weren't much considering all that had happened. On top of that, so much other shit was going on in New York alone that he felt an aneurysm coming any day now....he needed a fucking drink. He found himself in Sal's a few hours later after his shift was done; mutants by the score were there and it felt good to be among people who didn't hate him for having a genetic anomaly. He tried to drown his sorrows in liquid happy and good company, but he still wasn't feeling too great when a glint of silver caught his eye. By the time he turned though, it was gone and he went back to his drink; then he heard a familiar voice speaking in Russian. He got up and quickly put a face to the voice, a strong looking guy with a clearly European face that was as long as the world was round. He weaved through the crowd and let his shadow wash over him. He said something in Russian, and while he didn't understand, he took a seat anyway. "My Russians a bit rusty, so hope you don't mind if I stick to English." He downed the rest of his drink and looked the man over; not an injury on him but he looked like shit. "Piotr Rasputin.....I heard what happened." |
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| Colossus | Oct 2 2011, 11:27 PM Post #3 |
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Bishop. Lucas Bishop. That was who this person standing beside him was. Piotr knew him. He was one of the few SHIELD Operatives whom Piotr called friend. Or was it one of the few friends who went to work for SHIELD? either way, Piotr was truly happy to see his friend next to him. Here was a guy who Colossus could talk to, ask questions about what was going on outside of Piotr's world being destroyed. Maybe even tell him if there'd been any progress in interrogating those lucky few Purifiers who'd fought much less vengeful X-Men than himself. Oh,that would be something to lift his mood indeed. Maybe he could even offer his own services in interrogating them. He'd picked up a few tricks from the FSB and the CAGE that he knew first hand to be effective in getting people to talk. Well, scream, to be more accurate, but screaming counted as talking, especially if you made sure they were screaming an answer before you let up on tor- on asking the questions. Bishop sat down, making a joke as to his lacking skills of speaking Russian, and Piotr laughed along to it. He sometimes failed to notice when he shifted into his native tongue, and occasionally that made it very hard to communicate. Especially whenever he was saying something profound, that nobody understood. "I apologise, Lucas. I didn't mean to go over your own... personal prowess at my beautiful language. Heh heh." He paused a moment as Bishop mentioned, obliquely, trying to make sure that he neither cry nor get angered. "Yes. I was sure that the news of the mansion being attacked was going to make it out here so quickly. It seems like all of New York's mutant citizens are fairing none too well with this unlucky streak." Piotr took another drink from his newly filled glass and continued, "I took out a few, with the help from a good friend we even took down a guy who almost managed to kill me, but there were so many who were lost that shouldn't have been. I failed, Lucas. I'm indestructible, the biggest thing that could resemble an impenetrable shield on the premesis. I'm supposed to be the strongest, and yet I couldn't do anything at all to save them. How does one define themselves as a protector whenever they cannot even protect?" Piotr drained his glass and set it aside, decigind that pausing to refill it was just taking too much time. He palmed the pitcher, motioned for another, and drank deeply. "So," He said after taking abreath, "What news from your end of the spectrum? I hope you and our brethren in SHIELD aren't being targeted?" |
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| Bishop | Oct 6 2011, 06:09 PM Post #4 |
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"Yeah, Russian's beautiful like a three legged raccoon. I swear it sounds like you're just hacking up phleghm half the time man." The big man was down, and he never remembered seeing him that way before, not even during a fight; the explosion must've affected him more than Bishop thought. As he sat down, he slightly nodded when Pete said he was certain that news of the explosion would have gotten out. "Well SHIELD knew what was going down pretty quickly; we tend to do that. And I wish I coulda been out there with you, but I'm glad to here you guys didn't take that lying down." He stopped and listened, and he shook his head; it was natural to feel that way; he'd felt something similar every time a teammate had died on a mission, and he felt something similar when he was told what happened...but dwelling on the pasts failures kept you from the successes of the future. He took another sip and put a hand on Pete's shoulder; he wasn't the best at being all inspirational and stuff like that, but he'd given a few pep talks in his day, and the big guy really needed something. "Listen man....most of the people who didn't make it....that was the explosion; you couldn't have individually guarded every single one from a threat you didn't even know was there. And you're a protector because you kept on doing what you were supposed to do, even when everything seemed lost. You didn't roll over and give up, you fought for those who didn't make, and you fought that much harder for those who did. No one could ask you to do more man....no one." He let that sink in while he finished off his beer and poured another; drowning ones sorrow's in the Devil's Brew always helped. And when he asked if they'd been attacked at SHIELD, he slowly shook his head no. "They haven't hit us yet; because our Mutant Division is so small at the moment, or because it's pretty hard to attack a flying aircraft carrier....not sure but I know they haven't done anything I know of. I got a feelin they will though; guys like that.....they're sneaky." |
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| Colossus | Oct 8 2011, 01:25 AM Post #5 |
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Piotr laughed aloud at Lucas' analogy of Russian and Raccoons, and took himself another drink. The Russian language really wasn't as bad as all that, but it did have it's moments. There were times when the Russian tongue sounded as constantly angry as the German language was to Piotr's ears. "So SHIELD knew about it fairly early? DAmn. I mean, yeah we gave better than we got, but maybe if SHIELD had been able to show up, there wouldn't have had to be som much... loss. On both sides. Bishop, you know, I once promised that I was done killing. That I'd once killed who I did to set myself free. But, I just couldn't stop myself that morning. A number of those people lost their lives, and their heads, by my hands, and I was more angry that I hadn't taken more down than I was at breaking my own promise. Mayybe, had you and some of your teammates been there, I'd not have added to my death toll... I'm not blaming SHIELD for knowing and doing nothing. I know you had your own problems dealing with the city at the time, but, I don't know.. Maybe if there had been someone relatively neutral, there'd be more than a hundred in prison right now, instead of burning on pyres of becoming worm food." Piotr felt Bishop's hand grasp his shoulder, and looked at one of his good friends. The man gave a good pep talk when he had to. Too bad that this was a moment where he actually had to. Piotr would've been much happier to have just sat there trading jokes and stories, than to have to be cheered up. "You're right, Luke. You're right. And I'm not going to ever stop. I don't even know if they will hit you and yours, but until me and the rest of us who stayed are finally gone, don't hesitate to call for us when the time comes. I'm sure there's still a good bit of anger that we need to shed." He wasn't asking for a temporary job with SHIELD, by no means, but even if the agency wouldn't help them, he wasn't going to let his brethren be cut down. After all, he still didn't trust SHIELD altogether. He had a strong feeling that all the human agents would easily and gladly give up their Mutant co-workers if even a sign of the Purifiers showed up. And his face told that whole story. A mistrust like that couldn't be kept secret, even if he wasn't going to actually say the words. "I don't know, Bishop. Seems like life used to be so much simpler back when I was just a Student at Xavier's. Fight Magneto, keep the humans safe and don't let them know about us, and go home. Now... Now it's hard to describe the world without using the word 'cluster' in the sentence." |
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| Bishop | Oct 14 2011, 01:17 AM Post #6 |
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He nodded towards Pete; "Our eyes in the sky knew about the explosion the moment it happened. I hate it and don't agree with it, but the big wigs thought it "prudent"....to keep tabs on the mansion. That many mutants in one place.... He let his sentence trail off as he didn't want to repeat what he knew his superiors had in mind. "Like I said, we knew there was an explosion, but we didn't know why or how, we didn't even know if it was an attack or not at first. But our guys on the ground said they could here the fighting for miles; I wish we could've gone in, but we didn't get the order. He sighed and waved for them to bring another pitcher, as the current one wouldn't last long. "Sometimes Pete.....there's no other way. I know Xavier and Scott and fifty billion other people say killing's not the answer, and usually it's not, but in some situations it's literally kill or be killed. The attack was one of those, and you know it....you did the right thing." After that he let Pete talk, nodding and slowly sipping his beer. Some things were easy to say, others hard, and most of the things he had to say right now ere hard, so it was much simpler to listen. "Ahhh", he said as he placed the empty mug down on the table and wiped a bit of beer froth from his upper lip. "I know what you mean man. The world used to be a much simpler place, but mutants already proved themselves able to adapt genetically. Now we just gotta adapt in every other way; roll with the punches and keep goin." |
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| Colossus | Oct 15 2011, 05:52 AM Post #7 |
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Piotr sat there, staring over his glass at Bishop as he explained that not only did they apparently know about the explosion the moment it happened, but that SHIELD had been keeping tabs on the mansion all along. That was such a comforting thought to be had. That maybe someone just sends the Fury of SHIELD down on a place just because someone woke up one day in a bad mood, and they just decided that those mutants didn't need to 'be' anymore. "Ah Yes, no doubt that that many mutants in one place, in a school no less, were truly a threat like no other." Piotr remarked before taking another mouthful from his glass. He swayed a bit in his seat, and fumbled a bit as he set his glass down. "I'm Sorry, Lucas, that was uncalled for." Then he heard one of the most distressing things yet. Not only did they keep watch on his home from the sky, but they had guys on the ground, and that the bastards were close enough to hear the fighting! "Didn't get the order? Didn't Get the order! You mean to tell me that SHIELD, the so called keepers of peace, decided that it'd be better to Watch A School Filled With Innocent Children be Blown Up rather than Save Them?! You're damn right the world was simpler way back when! Good people used to help protect good people! It's damn convienient to me that your boss had people watching us constantly, and were close enough to help, but still allowed for the school to be Surrounded, then allowed the attack to happen, then simply stood by and didn't do anything!" Piotr stood, his metal skin spreading across his body as he stared at Bishop. There was hate behind those metal eyes, even if it wasn't for his friend. He'd never trusted the Agency, not after they arrested him and locked him up, but now he truly hated SHIELD. Nobody who was a good person could justify seeing something so terrible happen and leave it be. "Lucas, there's not much that can be said," Piotr stated, his voice lowering from the loud levels a few moments ago as he clutched the table, cracks and groans emitting from the wood beneath Piotr's grip, "But how could Someone who ran an agency like SHIELD just allow terrorists to attack a school, and then allow children to die? Especially when She has troops so close by already? Frankly, Lucas, the choices your Director has made leads me to think She's A Purifier as Well! Why Else would that Frigid Bitch allow such a Travesty?!" Piotr nearly flipped the table with that last word, but refrained from it, instead he nearly shook with rage, preparred to take a blast or a punch from Bishop. He wasn't stupid, he knew that none of this was Bishop's fault, but the agent wouldn't just allow Colossus to fling accusations like that at his boss. But he was no sooner going to apologize for what he said than he was going to learn how to turn to solid gold instead of steel. |
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