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Nazi Snowmen Must Die!; Open
Topic Started: Jan 5 2015, 11:58 PM (309 Views)
Scaleface
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Date: 4th January, 2015
Time: Early morning, one hour after dawn
Location: Back yard



Frozen dihydrogen oxide crystalline particulates had descended upon the grounds of the Xavier’s School for Gifted Youth. They blanketed every surface, tree top and roof top, grass and bush, path and pavement. A soft reflective white sea a foot thick as far as they eye could see. Fresh crunchy powder.

And amidst the snow was a creature far more at home under the summer’s sun than in winter’s frozen breath. Not that anyone could tell mind you. The creature was obviously energetic, seemingly no more hindered by the cold or the weight of the snow than mountain cares about flower blossoms.

And what of this creature? It was not one that had ever evolved on Earth, though many features taken individually struck a striking resemblance to those of Terran beasts, living and long extinct. One or two features were utterly unique, as was the combination. This creature, was one Leona Williams, a full draconis bi-morph, a Mutant of humanity, and one grade ‘A’ happy chappie.

And it was having a ball of a time making snowmen as tall as she could manage.

Leona had watched the snow fall for several hours as she devoured her way through another book. Sitting under a window in one lounge with a fire blazing in the fireplace, she had waited until first light to descend upon the sea of snowflakes. She had seen many winters and many snowfall, but for almost exactly half her life, she was far too preoccupied with mere survival to bother with winter wonderlands. The last fortnight had changed all that, had taken her back to a time before she had run away from home aged 13. For the first time in a very long time, she felt like a child herself.

As dawn dared to show its warmth over the horizon, Leona dared to peek her scaled muzzle beyond the Mansion’s warm embrace. She wanted to be the first to defile the fresh snow with fire and claws. She set to t he task with considerable gusto. After some spent running and pouncing and writing her name in snow furrows, she began her self imposed quest. With the strength born of her supernatural form, she effortlessly pushed snow into huge balls and assembled a Snowman army thus far three strong. They were simple snowmen, three balls of snow each in decreasing size from bottom to top. There were no scarves to grace their neck, no carrot nosed, not coal eyes. Such details may or may not come later. Leona just carried on pushing more snow to make a fourth snowman.
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Nate Summers
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Last night, Mommy and Daddy had wanted some Mommy and Daddy time, and so Nate had stayed over with Uncle Scott and Aunt Jean, playing games with the moloid children and Greg and Nuya. He loved the school because everyone loved him there, and Aunt Jean sometimes sneaked him cookies after bedtime, and Uncle Scott gave him his very own airplane model like his. Sure it was chunkier and made for little hands, but in Nate's eyes it was the same as the expensive and intricate ones that Scott had built for his own collection.

Aunt Jean liked to sleep in, and Uncle Scott liked to go for a run every morning, so when he had woken up, Nate asked him to dress him in his snow clothes and take him outside with him. Scott, who had figured out how to use his borrowed telepathy to open a rapport with his little nephew, had decided it was ok, as long as Nate promised to stay in the open part of the yard and not go out of sight of the school. Nate was a very young boy, but even this early, there were students out and about, one or two at least.

But Scott did not go far from the courtyard, where Nate was happily stomping around in a red, white and blue snow suit patterned to look like Captain America's uniform, occasionally pushing a snow disk painted to look, of course, like a certain shield, down tiny hills. "When Cappa Murka frow a miny shieeeeeld..." he sang offkey as he played, and he looked up to see Uncle Scott running laps off in the difference. "... dose who pose a pose a pose mus yeeeel!"

Spinning around on his snow disk, Nate suddenly heard crunching and smushing of snow and that sounded like fun. So, with one more look at his uncle, Nate got up and he stomped his way through the snow, continuing to sing his silly song, "If him gonna fight anna doodoodoo! Anna red anna white anna blue, when Cappa Murka frow a miiiiiny shii..."

His words cut off when he saw what looked like a monster making snowmen. Nate had seen monsters before. This did not scare him. What was weird was the snowmen. Monsters didn't usually make snowmen.

"Whatchadoin', Monster?" Nate asked, "Where they eyes?"

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Scaleface
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Leona was surprised to interrupted in her army building a by a youngster. Might have been a toddler actually, she was far from sure. Definitely a kid under the age of 5, she was sure of that. The Captain America costume was also surprising, but also somewhat endearing. Which was odd as Leona was normally endeared to kittens and puppies. She knew what to do with and how to act around kittens and puppies, little kids were foreign territory, and Leona was not a fan of foreign territory.

So while Leona didn’t really want to interact with the kid, she felt some responsibility to at least try. If she made a fool of herself, all she would suffer was a bruised ego, plus the kid was unlikely to judge she hoped. She had very little fear of hurting the child in her draconic state. She was as comfortable in this body, if not more so, than her human form. Despite all the teeth and claws and other horrible whatnots, she could be delicate.

Being referred to as a monster irritated Leona but not for the usual reason, at least when the remark came from a child. She was irritated because being called a monster was simply inaccurate. Leona thought of her herself as a dragon, a magnificent fire breathing dragon. But such irritation was quickly pushed out of mind.

She turned fully to face the child and plopped her butt on the ground with her tail curling itself around her feet, the usual sitting pose of felines and canines everywhere. Leona also made an effort to articulate as best she could, her draconic mouth was not as suitable as a human one for producing intelligible English. “Well, I am making an army of snow men so that I can smoosh them. And I didn’t bother with giving them eyes since they were all going to be smooshed.” Leona looked around the way you were supposed to, checking for eaves droppers, as she was about to relay some secret. “Just between you and me, I’m not a monster, I’m a dragon, and my name is Leona, or Scaleface if you prefer.”

After a little moment of thought, Leona added, “What is your name, and would you like to help me build snow men, or would you like to help me smoosh them all right now?”
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Nate Summers
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Nate looked up at the monster as she talked and he didn't have much trouble understanding her. Miss Rahne talked funny when she was woofed and so did Elle. It was a different sound but he liked her explanation. "Smooshed? Dem are bad guys, den? Daddy say only bad guys get smooshed." He leaned close and said, like a big secret, "Is dem Nazzis? Nazzis are baddest guys."

She told him that she wasn't a monster she was a dragon, and his blue eyes lit up, "I sawed a movie! You like Toofless! Yeah?! I like him. He fly! You fly? Auntie Jean and Aunt Lorna fly. Unca Warren too! Up up up in the sky!" She asked his name and he said, like Mommy and Daddy had taught him, "Nathan Scott Summers," and he stuck out a mittened hand, formally, for a handshake, before realizing that dragons don't have hands to shake.

When she invited him to build snowmans with her, he nodded, "I help, but," he looked at her very seriously and he said, "Dey has to has eyes. So they can see. Not fair if they no see. Is cheaty." He nodded and said, "Very cheaty."

He waved a hand to the dragon and said, "Leoda, we find rocks for eyes. Come on! We go find rocks. I know where is! C'mon! We go, we go!"

Totally forgetting his promise to his uncle, Nate broke into a run towards the wood. Down by the stream there were lots of rocks, lots of good round rocks to be good round eyes. "C'mon, Leoda! Come on!"
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Scaleface
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Let’s be honest, Leona’s understanding of history was abysmal. Her actual understanding of what or who a Nazi was only marginally better than of Nathan Scott Summer’s. She simply viewed them as supreme bigots. The irony that the kid was almost the blonde haired poster child for what she knew of the Aryan race ideal was not lost on her though.

“Yes, they are Nazi snowmen who have been really bad to the other snowmen.” Nice generic bad people who have been generically bad, nice and simple Leona could work with. They were only going to be smooshed, they didn’t need complex backgrounds or even names.

“Ha ha no.” Leona chuckled, “I can’t fly, I have no wings, I can breathe fire though, maybe I will show you later.” She gently shook Nate’s mitten hand before it was taken back. Her hands were reasonably dexterous, but being oversized, scaled and clawed, she simple used thumb and two fingers carefully for the task.

Upon hearing the child’s name, Leona did a mental double take. She knew the child after all from her brief time with X-Factor. She also knew the parents and uncle. Not very well, but she had met them all. There was a realisation that at least one of them was very likely close by and Leona had to prove she was a very competent companion of Nate, least she get a year’s detention or worse. The young woman also realised there was opportunity to prove herself as responsible, and risk if Nate got even the tiniest booboo. Given Leona’s protective streak, knowing the child was a Summers actually made no real difference at all to his wellbeing in the dragon’s company.

“Wait! Are you allowed to go that way?” Leona was sure there were rules about the school’s boundaries, though she did agree some rock wood make good eyes. She didn’t really agree that the snowmen needed eyes, but there was no harm she could find in allowing the snow Nazi to see their doom.
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Nate Summers
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“Wait! Are you allowed to go that way?”

The voice behind him sounded concerned and Nate, who was well into the trees by this time, didn't understand why there was concern. The school was a safe place, it always was, wasn't it? He didn't know about how many times the place was, the frequent attacks on the school. ShadowX... The purifier attack that had left so many dead. He didn't know that the woods was where his uncle was taken to be turned into a monster. He did not know that not so long ago, his uncle had led an army against this place.

No one had ever told him those things, and the only truly bad thing that he had ever known, when he was kidnapped by the Sugar Man, happened when he was far too young to recall it.

So, he had been surrounded by people who loved him, indulged him and protected him. It probably made him a little incautious, but what two year old doesn't believe he is immortal.

Finding his way to the stream was no problem, because it was at the bottom of a gully, which meant all he had to do was go downhill. So he did, in the quickest and most funnest way ever. He set his shield on the ground and planted his bottom on it, before giving himself a push and sliding in quickening speed, screaming and laughing in delight. He spun around and around, with no understanding how to control the sled, careening off of tree trunks, tiny divots, and slicing through dunes of slushy snow, until he hit a rock and upended at the bank of the stream.

Scrambling to his feet, he applauded, and cried out, "Yaaaaaay!" pleased with what he thought was a very grand way to get where he wanted to go. Seems he'd inherited the Summers' love of a fast vehicle, even if he couldn't have his uncle or cousin's speed.
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Scaleface
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So it seemed that the toddler was having none of Leona’s attempt at careful guardian hood. She shrugged, she didn’t live with regret. Leona usually just made the most of the situation in front of her, which might be why she procrastinated doing chores as much as she did. It was much too late to stop the kid so she opted to chase right after him. His quickness surprised her. But she was no slug either. She had no shield to sled upon but her strong legs and mighty claws found easy traction in the wooded terrain. The dragon bounded down the slope toward the semi frozen stream in a zig zag pattern using trees to control her descent.

When Leona had reached the bottom of the gulley, the kid was already picking himself up off the ground and by all evidence, enjoyed the ride and conclusion. Leona judged the son to be very much like the father. She guessed he was destined for a great future, and would no doubt break many hearts in that journey.

Once at the bottom of the gulley, Leona looked around and saw that Nate was very much correct. The stream had provided a good deal of rocks, any number of which would be suitable for snowmen eyes.

“Let’s do this!” she announced, only faking part of her enthusiasm. The slush and cold waters provided no obstacle. The dragon’s claws freed many rocks of varying sizes from their earthly prisons.

“Choose the very best ones and put them on your shield, make sure you get enough.” For a moment Leona considered if Nate was too young to count. After a few more moments, she decided that if Nate was not, a little math lesson would not go amiss.
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Cyclops
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So.

Blink and the little boy was gone.

This would probably be a problem if Scott's powers had not been temporarily (he hoped) switched with his wife's. He had glanced over to check on Nate and saw nothing but a trail of little footprints heading around the school, so Scott stopped his laps, and put his hand to his head to help him focus. Weeding through the thoughts and sounds of the hundred other minds here at the school was not as difficult as it had been at first, and since he had linked a rapport with his nephew, Nate's mind shone like a golden string in Scott's thoughts.

"The woods," Scott muttered to himself. "Alex, you seriously need to start telling this boy no once in a while."

Luckily, the rapport was clear, and Scott, while not a tracker by any means, could follow the footprints and slid marks left by the clumsy tot in the snow. There were other footprints too, of a less overtly human shape and size, so the X-Man knew that his nephew was not alone, and not in danger.

He was however in trouble.

Scott watched for a moment as one of their newer arrivals, Leona Williams, who called herself Scaleface in reference to her dragon form, scrabbled at the edge of the stream, apparently digging up stones, for Nate to pick up in his red mittened hands and study. Some of the stones passed whatever criteria the two year old had and were set carefully onto the vinyl red white and blue shield he'd gotten for his birthday, or Christmas, or because he asked for it and his parents spoiled him. Others did not and Scott watched, unable to keep a bit of an amused smile on his face, as the little boy in the Captain America snowsuit awkwardly chucked the stones back into the mostly frozen stream, his enjoyment over the crunch of the thin ice obvious even without using his borrowed telepathy.

A particularly vigorous throw, however, shook the boy's balance though and his boots slipped in the snow. Immediately and instinctively, Scott caught him with his telekinesis and just for fun lifted him a few feet off the ground. Nate's eyes went wide and he looked around, clapping his hands excitedly.

"Nathaniel Summers," Scott said, making his presence known to the two, "what did you promise me?"

Nate smiled, cheerfully, his legs kicking in the air playfully, "Hi, Unca Scott!"

"Hi yourself, Mister," Scott said, trying to maintain a stern tone, "What did you promise me?" he repeated.

Nate shrugged, "I dunno, what?"

"You promised me you would stay in the courtyard and not leave my sight, didn't you?"

Nate shook his head, "Nuh uh."

Scott nodded, "Uh huh. That was the deal. I take you outside to play in the snow while I did my run, and you were going to stay in the courtyard. I remember that very clearly."

Nate nodded, "Oh ok."

"Did you forget?" Scott asked.

"Nazzi snowmans didn' has eyes," Nate explained.

Scott caught him out of the air, and looked him sternly eye to eye, enjoying the ability to do so at this moment, since it was usually so impossible, "Nazi snowmen do need eyes, I suppose," Scott said, figuring out that he and Miss Williams had been playing a game of some sort, "but Captain America always keeps his promises. You want to grow up to be a hero like Cap, don't you?"

"And Daddy," Nate agreed.

"And a hero like Daddy," Scott said, and he couldn't keep the fondness out of his voice. Alex was so lucky to be where he was, to be a hero to his son. All the tragedies and fear for his future... none of them had broken him, and this little boy was proof of that. "Well, if you want to be a hero, you have to remember to keep your promises, ok? If Uncle Scott says no leaving his sight, you don't run off into the woods."

Nate nodded, "Ok, Unca Scott. No woods no more."

"Good boy," Scott said, then he turned his attentions to Leona, "Miss Williams, thank you for watching out for him. I'm going to have to tie a bell around him to keep track of him. It's a good thing you were up this early. Everything all right or just an early riser?"
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