| Welcome to Xmen Revolution. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Learn and Adapt; Open | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Mar 2 2013, 05:18 AM (358 Views) | |
| Box | Mar 2 2013, 05:18 AM Post #1 |
|
Mechanical Interaction/Merge
|
Timeframe: February 28th, 9 am There were a few things Madison Jeffries absolutely hated. He hated pineapple, for example. Something about the texture. It was hard to explain beyond that, but even the thought of eating pineapple made him gag a bit. He also hated the sound of Al Pacino's voice. It grated on his nerves, the raspy grumble, the way it sounded like at any moment he was on the verge of roaring something at the top of his lungs... he just didn't like the way he sounded. But most apropo to this particular moment in time, Madison Jeffries hated being useless. Mutant Town was attacked yesterday, yet again. This place seemed to constantly be under some form of attack. The fact that its residents stayed, persisted in day to day life, was a testament to their strength of character and resolve to live their lives their own way. Unlike other attacks though, this one left the neighborhood ripping into itself. Left its residents clawing at each other in blind rage and insane bloodlust. Madison had only barely managed to shield the XFI headquarters in time to prevent anyone in the building and the boarding house next door from rampaging, hurting themselves or others. But that meant he had to stay behind, try to solve the problem from his computer hub in the basement rather than be out there in the field, trying to disable the bomb directly. It would have been easy for him. In the Box, he would have been mindless to a degree, immune to telepathic intrusion, and immune to the pheremonal influence as well. His powers would have made disabling the bomb child's play. But no, he had to stay back. There were people who lived there, innocent children and parents, people not primed for combat at all, who needed someone watching out for them. Now, though - now the chaos had subsided and Madison could go out and do something, at least. Three blocks east of the XFI brownstone, Madison took a small spheroid-shaped device approximately the size of a baseball out of a satchel that hung over his shoulder and tapped a quick button sequence into the top of it. Satisfied the sequence was keyed in properly, he let the device go, and it floated up into the air. "Data Collector Three is airborne," he remarked to the bluetooth device attached to his ear as he watched the sphere float gently up and hover about forty feet into the air. He then glanced down to the device in his palm, which immediately began showing a graph on its display screen. "Getting good readouts, traces of pheremonal particles still present in the air, no hint of the telepathic wavelengths detected yesterday, though. Moving on to site number four." He may not have been able to help stop the attack yesterday, but he was damn well not going to let it happen again, and maybe, if he was lucky, would be able to collect enough information to track down a source for the devices. Maybe. He couldn't help, however, thinking that this was really just a bit of futile activity he was engaging in solely to make himself feel less helpless about the whole thing. |
![]() Signature mock-up made by Heather, the greatest Heather I know. :) Oh it's tough bein' a Box, but I'm livin' it up, livin' it up - doot-doot-doot-doot-doo - livin' it up, livin' it up - BOX! | |
![]() |
|
| Lucy Saint | Mar 12 2013, 12:04 AM Post #2 |
|
Unregistered
|
Lucy looked around as she had finally reached Mutant Town; the place that a few of her close friends and hundreds of others lived. To her it had always been a place of refuge to those who did not wish to be a part of Xavier’s Institute, the X-men or the Brotherhood. But lately so much bad had happened to this place that the young nurse was surprised that people stubbornly stayed there, saying that this place was their home. Not that she didn’t understand, the Institute was her home and no matter what happened, she’d always come back to that place. The day before Mutant Town and two other destinations had been victims to some sort of bombs that have driven people crazy and Mutant Town had been the one driven by anger and rage which had led to many innocent lives being taken from the earth. Personally Lucy had stayed in safety at the Institute, ready to keep the students that had either not been ready to join the X-men in fighting or wasn’t able to, while the rest of the staff and teams had left to take care of business. She had made sure that no one would come to attack the students and luckily nothing had happened. Even if she was happy that nothing had happened, she still felt like she could be used in some way to help out. That was the reason that the nurse was now in Mutant Town, her first aid kits ready, so that she could walk around the time and give her medical expertise to those who needed it, help carry heavy things that needed to be carried and just let people use her. She had talked to some of the police men that were on duty and she had been sent in a direction to check out if anything needed to be done. Walking around she frowned by the sites; it was clear that bad things had happened and her heart ached for the people that had been influenced in one way or another. ”Moving on to site number four." Lucy looked ahead and saw a man stand there with some technical devises, talking to himself and she walked towards him. Maybe he was a part of the X-Corp and could tell her what had happened to Ariel? Or maybe Kel, if he even knew him…? “Hello? Excuse me?” she said catching his attention and smiled politely as she approached him. “Hi. Lucy Saint, nurse at Xavier’s Institute, at your service.” She greeted him with an extended hand. |
|
|
| Box | Mar 12 2013, 01:35 AM Post #3 |
|
Mechanical Interaction/Merge
|
Data collection was going along pretty well. While most of the particles had dispersed, there were still traces of it hanging in the air, and hopefully that was enough to gather meaningful data from yesterday's attack. Madison may not have been able to stop it from happening, or even lessen its effects, but he'd make sure that as much was learned from it as possible. A few button taps, a twist here, and the hum of repulsor levitators there and the next probe was airborne, taking off into the air around the buildings of Mutant Town to filter through the air. An unfamiliar voice sounded out, and Madison turned around to face her. An unfamiliar face was attached to that unfamiliar voice. Sounded... hmm. No, wasn't ringing a bell. He wondered for a moment if he should have known her, but that lasted only a moment. If he didn't know her, that wasn't a problem. But when she introduced herself, the significance became immediately apparent. "Ah. So uh, you work with McCoy then..." he nodded his head, unsure if he should smile or not. He ended up not smiling, but there was a slight twitch of his lips at the indecision. "I'm uh, Madison Jeffries. Freelance inventor, sort of. I guess. It's complicated," he frowned slightly, glancing to the side. Sure, his workshop was in the XFI brownstone, and he maintained their boarding house, but he also worked for the municipality on the whole, with much of the repaired infrastructure being his work. He worked with X-Corp, designing much of their building, their security system, their equipment. He worked with X-Factor in their underground city, providing them with the information network and power grid necessary to keep their underground city operating with maximum post-modern efficiency. "This is good, though. It's good. Um. I'm collecting data on yesterday's attack. Airborne particles, electromagnetic wavelengths, anything I can find, really. Here..." he fumbled around in his pockets for a moment, searching for something... anything. Ah. There it was. Perfect. He pulled out an old Texas Instruments scientific calculator - not that he needed to do any emergency math, but calculators were good for raw material. The calculator began to shift, warp, and change. It condensed in form and reconfigured itself to the new formation as he wanted it to. The machine was an extension of his will, bending to his whims. "I uh... I already have one of these things over with X-Corp, but you folks over at Xavier's could make good use of it too, I think. This module is linked up to my drone probes up in the sky here. Everything they read, it uh... it gets sent to that module. Has a retractable USB plug on the underside, so all you have to do is just... plug it into your computer and you're getting all the data. Hopefully, with enough eyes looking at this stuff, somebody can figure out everything we need to know about yesterday's attacks and where they originated from." |
![]() Signature mock-up made by Heather, the greatest Heather I know. :) Oh it's tough bein' a Box, but I'm livin' it up, livin' it up - doot-doot-doot-doot-doo - livin' it up, livin' it up - BOX! | |
![]() |
|
| Lucy Saint | Mar 18 2013, 11:49 AM Post #4 |
|
Unregistered
|
Lucy smiled and nodded at him, ”That is correct. I work with Dr. McCoy.” She agreed and was pleased that it didn’t matter if people knew her or not; they knew her colleagues and could thereby identify her as someone worth talking to. “It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Jeffries.” She said and didn’t quite know how to take his comment on how complicated his line of work was. It seemed pretty clear to her; he was a guy who invented and people bought his inventions, right? But she kept silent, simply accepting what he said and listened carefully and with interest in what he told her. As he mentioned X-Corp, he peeked her interest and she couldn’t resist herself, “X-Corp? Did you meet a blue girl named Ariel Jensen aka Icy, there? Is she okay?” She asked suddenly remembering that Ariel had mentioned a Madison that had helped her set up her new apartment. Though, Lucy had just assumed that it had been a woman which now made her feel rather embarrassed, if this man turned out to be the Madison. She cleared her throat and blushed slightly, “Excuse me… I know Ariel personally and I’m quite worried as I haven’t heard from her… but I’m sure she’s just busy doing her job after the attack.” She said and stepped back into being professional. “That’s very interesting, Mr. Jeffries. I could take one with me back to the institute and have Dr. McCoy put it up?” she offered him, thinking that if anyone would be capable of what the man had just said, it would be him. |
|
|
| Box | Mar 19 2013, 03:12 AM Post #5 |
|
Mechanical Interaction/Merge
|
"Nice to meet you too, Miss Saint," Madison responded with a sharp nod of his head. He wasn't expecting her to get all excited over his mentioning working with X-Corp, though. Surely, Dr. Bradley would be glad to know that his R&D company was starting to get some public traction, he supposed, but... Oh. She had a friend that worked there. Scratch that thought. "Miss Jensen? Yeah, I'm familiar with her. Practically designed her apartment, even. But to be honest, I haven't heard either way myself. I assume everybody at X-Corp made it out okay, though. I think I'd have heard otherwise if that was the case." Madison hardly knew what else to say in the matter. She seemed to want some... reassurance? Some affirmation that her friend was alright, but frankly, he didn't know enough to give her that kind of information. To him, Ariel Jensen was just someone he designed an apartment for. A live-in freezer to accomodate her specific mutation. Beyond that, he didn't know her at all. And he was sure that that was disappointing to Miss Saint. "I was hoping you could," he smiled, nodding his head. "I'm sure the X-Men would be able to make good use of my data, perhaps even better use than I would myself. Can't say that for sure, but I hope so." |
![]() Signature mock-up made by Heather, the greatest Heather I know. :) Oh it's tough bein' a Box, but I'm livin' it up, livin' it up - doot-doot-doot-doot-doo - livin' it up, livin' it up - BOX! | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Mutant Town Archives · Next Topic » |







8:56 AM Jul 11