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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 4, 2019 16:47:41 GMT -8
*** Inside the cell ***
Despite his latest expectations about an army of mutants coming for him to finally get him out of here, Erik was growing impatient with every further hour; yet every time this feeling seemed to get the better of him, he said to himself that Charles wouldn't have allowed this mission to go into action without having a fallback plan in case anything went wrong. It was only when Erik's stern features turned to the camera's eye once again that he caught a figure watching him from the glass wall outside. His eyes furrowed at the familiar face. He had seen this boy before and he surely was not part of the Trask team but instead was one of his kind. And not only of his kind but someone who had helped him escape these human's prison already once. For some more moments father and son, one not yet beeing aware of this blood relationship they shared, were staring at each other like frozen until Erik caught two more figures in the distance. A girl that he hadn't seen before and the guy that was calling himself The Wolverine. Two kids and a guy with a bad temper. So this was all Charles had? Erik could only hope that there was a fallback plan just as he could only wait for now. And so he saved any cheering for later especially since someone who he had expected to be with them was actually missing.
Maeve.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 4, 2019 17:14:38 GMT -8
Logan was actually wondering about the mentioning of a plastic prison but before he could have given voice to that, which he probably wouldn't have anyway, all further actions happened very fast - like real fast. Peter was yet again making use of his speedy ability to take care of the remaining cameras while everyone else wasn't able to see more than... well, actually nothing at all.
Then all of a sudden Speedy came to a halt right in front of a prison that was indeed made of plastic. Why would someone need a prison that was made of... His questions got to be answered itself once all of them had stepped closer to join Peter at the glass wall that allowed a look inside the cell.
"Fuck no... don't ya tell me this is the guy we're gonna get out.", Logan uttered with disbelief. Of course, he wasn't expecting to get an answer to this but right now he was sure to be surrounded by morons who were thinking that it would be a good idea to free Magneto, a radical extremist. Mutant or not, this man was a public enemy that probably was well deserved locked-up.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 4, 2019 18:36:30 GMT -8
"Smooth sailing so far,"
Maeve couldn't help but cringe. There was a superstition about making proclamations like that, but superstitions were ridiculous. Or so she thought until a few minutes later.
"Something's wrong, it's not working."
"What?!" Maeve exclaimed, her heart skipping a beat before it started racing. She popped beside Jean, no patience to take the seconds it would have taken to take the few steps, and watched Jean try to turn the key, switch it the other way, then try again. It wouldn't budge.
'It's alright. Deep breath. Everything will be fine,' came Charles' voice in her head. She was about to repeat Charles' message to Jean when Logan piped up over at the glass.
"Fuck no... don't ya tell me this is the guy we're gonna get out."
'You just had to go and jinx it even more,' she mentally retorted as she took angry strides toward Logan.
Maeve started with the argument she always gave when questioned on who they were freeing. Her eyes automatically went beyond the glass to Erik as she spoke. "No matter what a person's past, these people have no right to treat our kind as lab rats, using us to manufacture weapons against our own kind, and executing us whenever we've lost our usefulness." It didn't escape her that she sounded just as passionate against humans in that moment as Erik always did, though her fight was specifically against Trask and not all humankind. She pulled her eyes away from Erik to look at Logan. "I didn't look at your past and make a judgement before setting you free, or any of the others, for that matter," she said. She hated throwing it back in his face for the millionth time but it was the only weapon in her arsenal where he was concerned. Perhaps she had one other. "You made a promise," she said sternly. "If you go back on your word, I'll make it my life's goal to haunt your ass for the rest of my days and I promise you, I can be extremely irritating when I set my mind to it. Now go and help Jean with the key," she finished, sounding like an angry parent who was fed up with constantly being questioned by petulant children on her decision to break Erik free.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 4, 2019 19:08:01 GMT -8
Moira had met no resistance as she entered the Trask Industries building. In fact, it seemed the resistance had preceded her as the lobby looked in chaos. She followed Maeve's instructions up the stairs and to Sommerhaulder's office. Formerly Bolivar Trask's office, as evidenced by the massive painting behind the desk. Perhaps Roderick hadn't had time in all his scheming to redecorate.
She took a seat at the desk and started the computer, ready with the decryption program to copy and download his personal files. While the machine hummed along, she took the opportunity to pick the lock of his top desk drawer. She found his calendar and a financial ledger, and began methodically photographing the pages for later study.
But all the while, the painting loomed in the background. All the things Maeve promised could be behind it -- top secret military programs, anti-mutant research years in the making, who knew what else. Satisfied that the computer download was still in progress, she retrieved the fingerprint that would unlock the painting's secret entrance. The light glowed green and the door seemed ready to swing open. Moira could just walk away with what she had; any verifiable link to the Purifiers would be enough to initiate an investigation. But when would she have this opportunity again?
She clasped a hand on the painting and slowly spun it aside, revealing a room full of drawers and shelves. With her camera at the ready, she stepped forward, and that's when she noticed a bright red dot hitting her ankle. "Dammit," she hissed. Some sort of motion sensor Maeve must not have known about. Moira froze in motion but the damage was already done.
The computer screen went dark, then displayed the words: SECURITY BREACH DETECTED INITIATE LOCKDOWN Y / N ?
"No, no, no," she said hurriedly, rushing to the keyboard.
CONFIRM CANCEL PASSWORD REQUIRED
Moira referred to her notes but none of them seemed to work.
PASSWORD DENIED LOCKDOWN PROTOCOL WILL INITIATE
"Maeve!" she called out to the emptiness. "Maeve, if you're here, we really need to talk!" She scrambled to push the painting back into place, close all the file drawers she'd opened, and gather her things for an impromptu evacuation.
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Post by Ariel on May 4, 2019 23:17:57 GMT -8
Hey...dad?...it's me,
your son.
Peter remembered the first time he broke Erik out. He rode high on confidence and worked with ease. This time, Peter was left completely paralyzed as his gaze locked with Erik's momentarily before the rest of the team rolled in seconds after. A strange feeling lingered in the air between them that had never been there before, almost like an intuition. Peter wondered if Erik felt it too.
"Fuck no... don't ya tell me this is the guy we're gonna get out."
Before Peter could utter a word, Maeve swooped in rather quickly and handed Logan his ass to him. If Peter hadn't been impressed by her before, he surely had a new level of respect for Maeve now.
"I didn't look at your past and make a judgement before setting you free, or any of the others, for that matter," "If you go back on your word, I'll make it my life's goal to haunt your ass for the rest of my days and I promise you, I can be extremely irritating when I set my mind to it. Now go and help Jean with the key,"
Peter whistled as his eyes widened in reaction to Logan getting served for his bad behavior. Not that this didn't come as a surprise to Peter, as their hairy clawed friend had a knack of running his mouth something terrible. Yet, someone who they all cared about was in a danger zone and his life was in the palm of their hands, there was no room left for doubts and no take backs.
"You're right, you know," Peter spoke to Maeve as his attention turned back into the prison to Erik, "The whole shebang about looking beyond judgement of the past. Not gonna lie, I was scared of coming here to face him knowing about the kinds of messed up stuff he's done. But we all have a past, it's what we do with the second chances we're so lucky to get that count." Peter looked from Erik and turned his attention to Maeve, "I'm sorry for not trusting you when we first met. The reason why we've made it this far, it's because of you. And, jeepers, I can't believe I'm saying this, but...-,"
Peter's moment with Maeve was cut short by the sudden blaring sounds of alarms coming from all corners of the room. Peter looked up and all around them in his startled state, "Uh oh. That can't be good."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 5, 2019 10:59:10 GMT -8
"For what it's worth, I said the same thing about him," Jean confided to Logan, when he had turned away from a scolding Maeve. "Maybe not in those same words, but... You've been in places like this. I've seen it in your head, and all the pain that it causes. None of us should have to go through that." She let her hand hover over the control panel, her brow furrowed in concentration. But she could find no controls to manipulate, no magical psychic key.
"Uh oh. That can't be good."
And suddenly she was out of time, as deafening alarms erupted. They would have to find another way to get the cell door open. "I'll go cover the elevator," she offered, "make sure we don't have any company coming." She ran back down to the hallway and stood outside the still-open doors, hoping no one else would soon be arriving downstairs.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 6, 2019 9:16:07 GMT -8
Logan's head actually had turned in Maeve's direction already before she started the bitching as he had sensed a change of smell. Just as the diffusion of feelings like fear and nervosity was something he was able to filter from someone's personal smell, as well did anger belong to the list of thousands of other emotional states that had a salient scent. Of course wasn't he able to make out every single one of them nor did he have an itch to be in the first place, but some were obtrusive enough to be just ignored.
"No matter what a person's past, these people have no right to treat our kind as lab rats, using us to manufacture weapons against our own kind, and executing us whenever we've lost our usefulness.""I didn't look at your past and make a judgement before setting you free, or any of the others, for that matter,""You made a promise,""If you go back on your word, I'll make it my life's goal to haunt your ass for the rest of my days and I promise you, I can be extremely irritating when I set my mind to it. Now go and help Jean with the key,"
All the while of what had felt like an arraignment, Logan had said nothing and also hadn't made any move except of a tilting of his head every now and then, but with that last part she was really carrying matters too far, regardless of his respect for her which actually just had raised to a new level.
"Okay, you just listen to me now, lady.", he snapped back at her right after she had finished, his voice not growing louder but harsher indeed. "I said I'd help, so I will. But you better not go on pissin' me off." And with that Logan turned around, only to run into another person who probably was going to pick at him as well. Fuck, he really was needing a cigar right now...
"For what it's worth, I said the same thing about him,""Maybe not in those same words, but... You've been in places like this. I've seen it in your head, and all the pain that it causes. None of us should have to go through that."
"Let's just finally make it outta here.", he replied still a little grumpy yet surprised about the support and at the same time annoyed that this girl had been snooping around in his head. And just as he was going to help with the control panel, his way at that, suddenly the blaring sounds of alarms were coming from all corners of the floor.
"Uh oh. That can't be good."
"Oh, just great...", Logan couldn't help commenting on that as well.
"I'll go cover the elevator,""make sure we don't have any company coming."
And while Jean was heading towards the hallway, Logan made it his task to try his luck with the key still resting in the control panel - with less luck but more force that was. So he pulled it out, only to ram it into the keyhole at full tilt the next moment, trying to turn it around and make this work. Sure enough that it wouldn't be working this way though, Logan pulled the key out another time and tossed it aside. He would make this work somehow; if not in the conventional way, then in the Logan way.
His facial features distorted into a mix of physical effort and slight pain as his claws sliced through the skin underneath his knuckles to break free. Although he was used to this procedure and his wounds able to heal themselves in no time, these still were fresh wounds every time the claws broke out of his flesh. Accompanied by a short growling sound that escaped him almost naturally, one of his adamantium claws stabbed right into the control panel, actually sending it into active mode.
"There you go...", Logan uttered as he turned his head in the direction where he guessed Maeve would be standing and watching.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 6, 2019 10:21:37 GMT -8
*** Inside the cell ***
Erik's gaze turned back towards the silver-haired boy for another while, a little bit wondering about that intense look he was giving him. Yet nothing of this wonderment was seen on Erik's face, for it still remained a motionless painting inside a depressing plastic frame. Then suddenly something drew his attention away from the boy and instead back to the Wolverine, who was either talking to himself or... The thought that was coming into his mind brought a smile up - only inwardly though. On the outward the picture didn't change except of its eyes wandering from one to another beyond the glass. As Erik watched them trying, failing and yet again trying and failing, he slowly but surely grew impatient. Can't you just finally open up this damn door?, it flashed through his mind, yet his features still remained steady, steadily stern at that, almost rigid.
It was only when the alarms started to howl all around the place, that his head turned for the first time of all their awkward exchanging of looks like he would be a monkey in a damn zoo. Once his eyes were turned back on what in some cirumstances could be called a rescue team, the red-head suddenly was gone and instead the Wolverine had taken on her place at the control panel. Just finally smash it somehow!, Erik thought as the deafening alarms were driving him crazy. And then it was actually just that what the big guy was doing. Good. And now open the damn door..., he sent out another mental command as if they were able to hear him.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 6, 2019 19:05:24 GMT -8
"Okay, you just listen to me now, lady.", "I said I'd help, so I will. But you better not go on pissin' me off."
Logan rounded on her in return, making her realize that she’d been a bit harsh. She’d had a moment of panic when she’d jumped to the conclusion that the mission to free Erik would terminate when they were so close. Maeve had let her emotions get the better of her. She didn’t get angry or scared when he barked and growled back. She rather appreciated his to-the-point, no-bullshitting-around attitude. She’d needed it right now to push emotions aside and concentrate on the mission. “You’re always pissed off,” she retorted dryly, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Logan strode away to the panel and Peter took his place beside her.
"You're right, you know," "The whole shebang about looking beyond judgement of the past. Not gonna lie, I was scared of coming here to face him knowing about the kinds of messed up stuff he's done. But we all have a past, it's what we do with the second chances we're so lucky to get that count."
When Peter turned to look through the glass, so did she to take in a good, long, last look. A fond smile came over Maeve’s invisible face. She’d miss the kid and his spunky attitude. "He is lucky. His second chance comes with the addition of you." From what Erik told her of his past, it seemed that his moments with family had been the times he'd been happy and that's what seemed to keep him grounded. He would soon learn that he had family once again. Perhaps it would help him find the happiness and peace he needed to set aside the anger and hatred that drove him to extremes in the past.
"I'm sorry for not trusting you when we first met. The reason why we've made it this far, it's because of you. And, jeepers, I can't believe I'm saying this, but...-,"
Dammit, Maeve felt herself starting to become emotional again. Why'd he have to go and start being all sweet? As if the thought she wouldn't see these people again after today hadn't already been hard enough. Suddenly, alarms started blaring, cutting him off mid-sentence and pulling everyone's full attention.
"Uh oh. That can't be good."
"Oh, just great..."
"Merde," she added the same time as the others.
"I'll go cover the elevator," "make sure we don't have any company coming."
"Be careful," Maeve called after her before another realization struck her. 'Double merde,' she thought, her brain working fast. The solution was right in front of her. "Peter, I need you to do me a favor. Please," she implored for his ears only, trusting him to keep this confidential. "I have a friend, up the stairs from the main floor and in the office straight ahead. When you get up the elevator, could you do your thing and drop her off at the diner next door?"
The motion of Logan throwing the key caught her eye. She turned to see him fist a hand then an adamantium claw shoot out from between his knuckles. The temperamental beast-man was going to shred the damn control panel. "What are you--" Maeve started to shout over the alarm as she rushed over, but cut herself short when the machine miraculously came to life.
"There you go..."
"Unconventional, but effective," she said with relief. "Red button opens the glass door next to us. Hit the black button to release the locks on the cell then pull down the lever beside it to slide the cell door open," she instructed quickly. "I'm going to pop up to the main level and keep an eye on things there," she called out to both Peter and Logan. Maeve paused to look up at Logan again. Knowing he couldn't see the sincerity on her face, she emphasized it in her tone as best she could over the alarm. "Thank you, Logan. We're all squared up now. Take care of the kids for me?" she asked, teleporting out before he could reply. It sounded like a goodbye because it had been intended as one. With the impending chaos, there was a good chance there wouldn't be another opportunity for it.
***Maeve teleports out of the basement level 4 to the main level***
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Post by Ariel on May 6, 2019 23:48:40 GMT -8
"Peter, I need you to do me a favor. Please," "I have a friend, up the stairs from the main floor and in the office straight ahead. When you get up the elevator, could you do your thing and drop her off at the diner next door?"
"You got it, Ghosty." Peter nodded his silver head as he didn't need to think twice about doing Maeve this favour. Immediate danger was closing in on them, and the fact that someone was all alone on the main floor could be close to peril sent him straight into full focus of what he needed to do. And for the first time since his arrival to the mansion, Peter felt he gained a sense of control once again. Peter felt lucky to have friends around him who cared about him. Jean, Charles. Maeve especially had grown on him and after everything she had done so far to help the team get to Erik, helping Peter find his father, he owed it to Maeve to get her friend out of harms way. Throwing an intensified gaze back at Logan, he awaited for a 'go' signal from the control panel once those magical buttons and lever were pressed. With his groove back, nothing could possibly stand in his way.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 7, 2019 15:22:14 GMT -8
Just finally smash it somehow! Good. And now open the damn door....
An insistent male voice cut through all the noise. Maybe that was why she 'heard' it, because it was on a different frequency than the teammates she had gotten used to hearing. She knew right away it must be Erik, and he sounded very impatient with their rescue attempt. "They're doing their best, Mr. Lehnsherr," Jean gave him a mental retort from her post at the other end of the hallway. "You've waited this long, a few more minutes won't kill you. And you're welcome, by the way."
Uninterested in any more of his unconscious complaints, she shut the door on him (so to speak) and turned her attention back to the elevator. Dreading that the doors would close and leave them without an exit, or worse that it would travel back upstairs and bring down reinforcements. Things were in motion, she could feel the building itself contracting; it was like being slowly choked and robbed of air. Gears were turning, and she became aware that some sort of blast door was being lowered between herself and the elevator. She immediately put her hands up to stop it but the door was massive and had a powerful momentum.
Desperately, Jean dug for some hidden reserve of telekinetic strength. That door could not come down and trap them there, she would not allow it. A tiny flame somewhere within her quickly grew into a raging wildfire. "STOP!!" she shouted, directing a blast of white hot energy up and outward. She felt the floor beneath her shudder, the walls buckle, and the fluorescent lights overhead shatter in a shower of sparks.
But the door stayed open. She didn't know how long she could hold it, though, and hoped the boys would get a move on.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 8, 2019 9:05:16 GMT -8
Logan didn't give more than a slight nod to her instructions about how to open the doors of Magneto's cell and just as he was going to turn to the control panel again, Maeve suddenly added another words that were sounding pretty much like a goodbye, maybe even for once. And although he wouldn't voice that, Maeve had actually grown on him, just like Jean and Speedy-boy had. But right this moment there was no time for getting sentimental or any thoughtul about what he was going to do after they will have made it out of here; probably these kids would return to the school while Maeve and him would turn back to their own life, both probably somewhere alone, like naturally.
"Thank you, Logan. We're all squared up now. Take care of the kids for me?"
"See you on the other side, Ghosty.", he replied with an actual smile, vaguely yet a smile; unaware that she wouldn't catch it, for she had teleported herself out of the place already.
Then Logan drew his full attention straight ahead to do as he was told. "You ready for this, kid?", he asked in Peter's direction, actually not really awaiting an answer to that, before first pushing the red, then the black button and finally pulling down the lever beside.
I must be fucking crazy, it flashed through his mind as they both watched the barriers between Magneto and them opening one after another. But a promise was a promise.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 8, 2019 10:03:20 GMT -8
And yet again it looked like Big Bad was talking to someone in a place where nobody was seen. Erik's facial features still remained the motionless picture yet he was thinking; actually thinking a lot, when suddenly it happened that a thought that surely hadn't been his own mixed up with that. "They're doing their best, Mr. Lehnsherr,""You've waited this long, a few more minutes won't kill you. And you're welcome, by the way."And then for the first time it happened that Erik actually had to slightly smile. This way of communication was not appreciated but also was reminding him of an old friend. If he hadn't guessed already, this would have been the moment that he knew for sure: These were Charle's gifted pupils, a mutant elite that could be meant to fight for the rights of their kind to finally stop the repression that this human scum was trying to put onto all of them. If just Charles wouldn't be so blind to see that he had a misassessment towards humankind. And then finally the doors of his cell were opening up, the deafening alarms in the background accompanying the sound of freedom. Erik remained motionless in his frame until there were no more walls between his deliverers and himself. He threw one last look in the camera's direction, knowing that it probably was deactivated yet this was a silent goodbye until the day that he eventually would come back to make them pay, before stepping out of the plastic prison. He was just going to utter a quick thank you before they would escape from here, when another intrusion into his head made him convulse all of a sudden. Although it hadn't been more than just a couple seconds, Erik was really gladful for the moment it was over. For a moment it had felt like someone would have shouted right into his brain, causing a sharp pain that he never had experienced before.
Eventually his head turned up again; one look into the others' faces enough to know that they just must have felt the same thing. "What the hell was that?", he asked still a little distraught.
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Post by Ariel on May 8, 2019 21:19:24 GMT -8
"You ready for this, kid?"
"I'll make sure there are no more surprises," Peter gave their hairy friend at the control panel a brief nod before returning his attention to the barriers encasing Erik that began to slowly lift. Peter gulped slightly as the final wall drew upwards, and there were no more walls separating the two as Erik stepped forward. "I...," Peter blurted out of nervousness as he faced Erik who hadn't the slightest clue of the truth that Peter had been keeping to himself, a burden he was dying to get off of his chest. Yet, Peter managed to pull himself together as there would be a better time for confessions, "...I'm getting a freaky sense of deja vu right now. It's almost like we've done this before." Peter cracked a slightly amused grin at Erik, though just as Erik was about to respond something hit Peter out of nowhere. Throwing his hands to his head, Peter gasped in pain as a sharp stabbing feeling pulsed through his brain momentarily before subsiding.
"What the hell was that?"
Peter had wondered the exact same thought, before remembering there was one team member that was currently manning the elevator entrance. Someone powerful enough to create such an aftershock.
"Jean!" Peter drew in a sharp breath in a slight panic, before turning to Erik, "Something's happened...We gotta make like Bennie and jet!"
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 9, 2019 14:53:50 GMT -8
The singular thought, the one that consumed all of Jean's being at the present moment, was holding that blast door up. But somehow she could still feel everything else, as if it all had come suddenly into sharp focus. Anything she wanted to bend to her will, she could do it. Any mind she wanted to reach into, add or remove from its thoughts -- this must be how the Professor felt inside Cerebro. She felt Logan's reluctance as solidly as the steel that coated his bones, Peter's hesitant relief as the walls that lay between him and his father fell away, and Erik's confused optimism as he realized his old friend Charles had sent rescue.
Rescue that would be futile if they delayed much longer. "We gotta' move, guys," she prompted mentally. "Door's closing!"
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 10, 2019 18:02:26 GMT -8
Logan's attention was only half drawn to the man they just had freed, not only because he didn't have much words for him right now but also because he actually didn't want to ruin Peter's little moment with daddy, although that got nibbed in the bud by another event all of a sudden anyway.
"ARGH!", he grunted as a sharp pain felt like it would be eating right into his brain. "What the hell was that?""Jean!""Something's happened...We gotta make like Bennie and jet!"Peter's sudden misgiving set Logan on alarm. He remembered the school to be a place for mutant youngsters to train their powers and if Jean just had lost the control over hers, she must be either in great danger or at the end of her tether. "We gotta' move, guys,""Door's closing!", there suddenly came a sign of life from her like right into everyone's head. "Let's go.", Logan uttered as he set off for the hallway without throwing a look back behind to check if the others were following, though their steps told him they were. Once he had reached the corridor where Jean had left to before, Logan caught sight of her, holding a thick plastic blast door, looking like she was about to collapse. And despite they had Speedy-boy with them, it was Logan who was there first, right in the nick of time before Jean would be losing the fight with the door and her own powers and would be ending to get hurt or even worse between the two sides of the door.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 10, 2019 18:09:41 GMT -8
"Jean!"
Erik didn't dig deeper there, and also wouldn't have to anyway, to know that Jean must be the girl with the same mental powers, maybe even stronger at that, as Charles Xavier's.
"Something's happened...We gotta make like Bennie and jet!"
Erik looked up at the boy again, his features still a little confused from what had felt like a forced entry into his head. Really not appreciated to experience firsthand but quite a talent indeed. And before he could have said anything, it was yet again her who intervened, this time much more bearable though.
"We gotta' move, guys,""Door's closing!"
"Let's go."
Peter and Erik were following Big Bad for there was no time to waste. The alarms still blaring in the background were just like an extra addition of stress. In the distance Erik could see the young red-head holding a thick plastic blast door open with the help of her mental powers, seemingly very close to the end of her tether. But before she actually collapsed in Logan's arms, they all made it to the other side of the door. Although this still was a race against the clock, Erik threw a quick look back at the blast door. He really had enough of all this plastic around him, and in the end it had yet availed them to nothing.
"The elevator. It's deactivated.", Logan stated as they made it closer to its doors, him carrying Jean the way up to the elevator like she wasn't more than a fly weight.
"Not for much longer.", Erik replied from behind. And with that his right arm rised up into the elevator's direction, using his power to set the metal in motion again. They couldn't make everything out of plastic. His features remained stern, yet inwardly he felt a huge wave of adrenalin pumping through his veins while he concentrated on reactivating the elevator or rather on just making it work his own way. And then suddenly, with one loud jolt, the doors flipped open.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 11, 2019 14:58:05 GMT -8
After teleporting her sim out of the basement, it reappeared, still invisible, on the main floor. The blaring alarm gave her a sense of dread. Information on the basement levels had been hard to come by, so she'd been prepared for the possibility of unexpected complications there. However, she knew that's not where the problem had stemmed from. Not only had they been following the same entry protocols as she'd taken when visiting Erik in her official Trask employee form, but the alarm had gone off between steps, when no one on the team had done anything to have triggered something. That meant something had gone wrong on her side venture.
Maeve was sure that Moira would have carefully followed the directions she'd given her. That left her with the dreaded thought that her new boss must have made some additions without involving the once right-hand woman to the previous head of Trask, which led to so many more dreaded thoughts. Maeve pushed that aside to deal with later and concentrated on closing the current can of worms.
'Maeve, what's going on?' came Charles' voice in her head. She could hear in his tone that he'd picked up from her that there was more going on than she was letting on.
'Explanations later. I need to concentrate,' she thought back in response. With their connection, she could feel that he wanted to question further but held back.
She glanced behind her at the elevator, noting that its little lights were off which indicated power had been cut off to it. With Erik's ability, she knew that wouldn't be a problem. She had no idea of the other current problem in the basement; a thick plastic blast door being telepathically held up by Jean. She assumed the crew would be up any second now, so she quickly moved forward to sweep for any other problems that may have stemmed from the alarm.
A tiny red glow on the ground caught her eye. Maeve glanced over to see a cigarette still burning, tossed aside as an afterthought in someone's haste. She glanced behind her toward the door that led to the back of the building where employees would take their smoke breaks and put two and two together. There must have been a third guard outside, alerted by the alarms blaring.
Maeve gave Charles an update, her mental tone signifying her annoyance. 'Sommerhaulder must have added a third guard to the night shift.' Yet another thing she hadn't been let in on.
Quickly clearing the elevator hallway to the main room, Maeve looked toward the security room and saw the two guards, still unconscious, though someone had turned each over onto their backs, most likely to check their vitals. Maeve knew exactly where the third guard would check first. She turned toward the stairs and quickly teleported to the top of the landing.
There he was, gun drawn, slowly nearing the closed door of Roderick's office. Maeve teleported to beside her desk, frantically thinking of what to do. Popping in to warn Moira was a waste of time. She most likely knew there was a chance someone was approaching and was prepared on the other side of the door for it. The best Maeve could do for Moira was help her from this end. But that would mean the danger of revealing herself.
Just as he turned the handle and freed the latch from the frame, the man grasped his head with his free hand and groaned in pain. Maeve had no idea what was happening but just as the florescent lights around them started to shatter almost in unison with his doubling over, Maeve took advantage of the distraction. She went fully tangible as she reached over her desk and grabbed the first sturdy thing that she felt, then hit him on the back of the head with it.
He fell forward to the ground, forcing the door to fly open. Maeve felt her real self buck with a searing hot pain in her abdomen. She looked down in confusion and saw red blooming from a wound, just registering that his gun had gone off and ricocheted during his fall. She dropped what she'd been holding to press her hands to the wound, trying to concentrate. She was too distracted with pain to notice the guard starting to moan and attempt to get up, though his attempts were futile.
'Bloody hell, Maeve are you alright?' Maeve heard the pain in his voice and knew he'd felt exactly what she did. To complicate matters further, Maeve felt a rush of air, indicating Peter's arrival.
"I'm alright," she said distractedly, speaking out loud to inform both Moira and Peter as well as Charles. "It's... only a simulation." She tried to mask the pain in her voice.
'It didn't--and still doesn't--feel like 'only a simulation',' Charles retorted, also attempting to hide the pain from his own voice.
Maeve cringed. 'Sorry, Charles. Break the link,' she implored but he held fast. She tried to disconnect her sim but it merely flickered like a bad bulb. She held up a bloodied hand. "I need to concentrate," she said out loud. She'd just discovered something new about her gift. Controlling her sim when she was in such pain was difficult. Maeve and her sim in unison took a deep breath, calming herself and concentrating. She felt Charles' assist by mentally dulling her pain. Finally, she was able to disconnect her sim and reappear. A sort of reboot. Maeve's sim looked down at herself and was relieved to find no traces of a wound, though she still felt the dull pain radiating from the area on her real self. "See? Everything's fine. Moira, brace yourself for a quick exit."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 11, 2019 18:15:05 GMT -8
When Moira addressed her question to the ether, she wasn't sure if she should wait for a response. She figured it was best to start planning her own exit from a building whose exits were quickly closing all around her. A sudden, sharp pain hit her, causing her to clutch the edge of the desk for support as her ears were left ringing. The lights shuddered violently along with the computer. Moira was making for the door as it fell inward with the weight of a collapsing security guard. She stepped over him and through the doorway, nearly running into Maeve. Or Maeve's copy, or whatever it was. At least it wasn't some disembodied voice this time.
"I'm alright ... "See? Everything's fine."
"Maeve, I'm so sorry," Moira said hurriedly. "I should have known there'd be extra sensors in the vault. I just got greedy, and I figured when am I ever be in his office again, so what harm would a little peek behind that painting do, y'know?" she asked rhetorically. Movement and slight motion at her feet let Moira know that the guard was still conscious. She retrieved the heavy object that her foot had nudged and brought it down to meet the man's temple, hard. "Sorry," she whispered, as he fell to the floor again. She held the object up to the light to take a closer look -- a rectangular piece of white marble with a silver plate declaring 'World's Sexiest Secretary.' With due reverence, she placed it back on Maeve's desk.
"Moira, brace yourself for a quick exit."
Moira held up a hand in protest. "Whoa, whoa, wait! It felt like someone just took an icepick to my brain. Was that something to do with you?" she demanded. "What's happening with the lights? You can't just leave me with more questions, and --"
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Post by Ariel on May 11, 2019 22:30:00 GMT -8
Flying down the hallway as fast as the group could go, Peter's eyes caught Jean in the distance as she held up the blast wall with every last bit of strength she had left. Terror stricken by the thought that Jean could collapse at any moment, Peter became overwhelmed as he grew speechless for once in his life as they rushed like a stampede to save Jean and move beyond the blast wall. Just as Jean's body was about to give, Logan's arms stretched out in the nick of time to catch her fall as the four of them scooted under the wall before it could crush them. Peter wiped his brow, yet the job wasn't even nearly done yet.
"The elevator. It's deactivated."
"Not for much longer."
Peter watched Erik work avidly on reactivating the elevator as a game face slipped on and he appeared to be immersed in full concentration mode. Tension and silence built up in the room as everyone's anticipation grew before the doors to the elevator slid open. Without further contemplation, Peter piled rapidly into the elevator along with everyone else before the doors closed on them. With a jolt, the elevator began to move them upwards, yet not as fast as they would have liked.
Tapping his foot, Peter whistled the Jeopardy theme song as they rode in the slow moving elevator to the main floor, "I'm not even gonna ask what you did this time, dude," the silence in the elevator air had been bothering Peter, so he began to speak out of impulse as he looked over at Erik, "I'm sure being held prisoner in a box for mimes was hellish enough." Peter shuddered at the thought of the sad clowns, they always gave him the creeps. He also didn't really need to to know the extent of Erik's crimes, the fact that he was out and about to be given another chance at a better life was more than enough.
The elevator ride to the main floor felt like it lasted for an eternity, so as soon as the doors dinged open at the main floor Peter zoomed away down the hallway at full tilt without warning the others of his side mission as he would be back before they could blink twice. In full focus of what he needed to do, Peter felt he gained a sense of control once again. Peter felt lucky to have friends around him who cared about him. Jean, Charles. Maeve especially had grown on him and after everything she had done for the group this far, he owed it to Maeve to get her friend out of harms way. If there were any guards up ahead, he would surely stop them. With his groove back, nothing could possibly stand in his way. His gaze came across two women in full conversation outside of an office door, one he recognized as Maeve. Peter's speed led him to a halt in the middle of Maeve and her friend.
"Hey there...so I'm assuming you're the alarm goblin? Guess the dude's password wasn't his birthdate? 1234? Anyways, we gotta jet," Peter zipped right beside the startled woman as he gently grasped onto her with a hand supporting her head, "Fancy seeing you around these parts, Ghosty. Anywhoo, let's take care of business. Mind your head," Peter warned Moira and with a nod to Maeve, he sent himself and Moira flying at an accelerated force through the front entrance of Trask and straight to the diner.
In seconds, Peter and Moira came to a pause right in front of the diner. As she looked completely windswept from the whirlwind of speed, Peter pursed his lips into an apologetic grin, "The first time is always the worst...thanks for not up-chucking on my jacket." Peter patted the woman's head lightly before giving her a farewell nod. He was off like a bolt of lightning once more, all the way back to his place in the team just barely unnoticed.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 12, 2019 5:33:12 GMT -8
What happened next was a blur. Moira vaguely remembered a young man with silver hair wearing what looked like some sort of uniform appearing in the office with them. He had spoken a few lines to Maeve, placed his hands on her, and then ... she was standing in front of the diner again. And the silver-haired boy was patting her on the head.
"The first time is always the worst...thanks for not up-chucking on my jacket."
"Hang on, I didn't --" But before she could finish her sentence, he was gone in a flash. "-- get to say thank you." She braced herself against the trunk of the nearest car as a wave of nausea hit her. She took several slow and deep breaths to regain her equilibrium. No normal person could move that fast so he must have been gifted like Maeve. How many other enhanced humans did she know? Ones that also gave no outward appearance of their altered genetics?
After a few minutes, Moira felt confident enough in her ability to walk without stumbling, so she made her way back into the diner and perched on a stool at the counter. "Coffee, black," she requested of the waitress, "And lots of it."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 12, 2019 5:44:36 GMT -8
After her prolonged battle against the blast door, Jean was struggling to claw her way back to normal. She must have collapsed, and now she was in the arms of Logan. She moved her head slowly to see that they were back in the elevator, all of them with Erik now added. "Everybody okay?" she asked, in a voice barely above a whisper. "Are we going home now?"
Jean wanted nothing more at this moment than to sleep. Whatever power had surged through her before, now left her depleted. She would definitely need to discuss it with the Professor. But that would have to wait. The mission wasn't completed until they were back on the jet and in the air.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 12, 2019 10:28:59 GMT -8
"Whoa, whoa, wait! It felt like someone just took an icepick to my brain. Was that something to do with you?" "What's happening with the lights? You can't just leave me with more questions, and --"
Maeve shook her head at the first question and was saved from answering the second when Peter piped in. Now was not the time so she appreciated the save.
"Hey there...so I'm assuming you're the alarm goblin? Guess the dude's password wasn't his birthdate? 1234? Anyways, we gotta jet," "Fancy seeing you around these parts, Ghosty. Anywhoo, let's take care of business. Mind your head,"
Peter spoke with a quicksilver speed that was almost as hard to follow as his movements. Without breaking his stream of words, one second, he'd been facing Moira and the next, he was positioned behind her, one hand bracing Moira's head giving Maeve the realization of the danger of traveling at such speeds. He definitely knew what he was doing. The two seemingly vanished and Maeve felt a twinge of pity for the ride on the rollercoaster from hell Moira was experiencing.
"I'm gonna miss you, Speedy," she said to the empty air. Maeve faded to invisible and walked to the bannister, looking down as the team entered the main lobby, Peter already at their side as if he'd never left. Confident that Moira was safe, she took in the rest of them, noting Jean must have suffered a complication, though she was in good hands, quite literally. Logan carried her with ease and she could see there was a reluctantly good, caring man beneath that growling exterior.
Finally, Maeve's eyes shifted, falling on the one she'd been averting her gaze from. She watched Erik stride with determination and confidence to his freedom and felt a pang, knowing this was the last time she'd be this close to him. That went for the others as well, who'd so graciously put themselves in danger to come to a stranger's aid. Feeling those damn emotions bubbling up again, selfishly threatening to change her mind about doing what was best for them, Maeve quickly disconnected her sim.
***Maeve's sim disappears from Trask Industries***
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 13, 2019 10:45:00 GMT -8
Even with, thanks to Erik's powers, the elevator switching to active mode again, that rigid expression wasn't vanishing off his face. He never had been someone of celebrating an unfinished mission; or of celebrating in the first place. Every success was just one way closer to the big picture. This war wouldn't be won before each of these humans were where they belonged.
As they rode in the slow moving elevator, Erik watched the closed door in front of him, until he suddenly got adressed.
"I'm not even gonna ask what you did this time, dude," Erik turned his head aside to face the boy in silence. Well, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't have been able to give an answer to this as Peter went on. "I'm sure being held prisoner in a box for mimes was hellish enough."
"There do exist a lot of hells and believe me - this was not the worst I've been.", he finally responded, his head turning back ahead.
The rest of their elevator's ride they spent in awkward silence, while Erik's gaze didn't move from the closed doors, not even for a blink of his eyes. And then finally they opened up again. He was the first who stepped out of it - or so he believed, because by the time he drew his attention to the variegated team behind, Peter had been back to his place like he'd never been away.
Waiting for someone else to lead the way, Erik gave a slight nod to them, saving his credits for a later time. They still were inside the Trask building and he could only hope that his rescue team had brought this plan to a close. When the others walked past him to enter the main lobby, there was a sudden feeling of being watched that made him pause. Erik's head turned around one last time, having a look at the bannister upstairs, only to find it lorn. His eyes remained at that spot just a second longer before he finally shook this feeling off and followed Logan, Jean and Peter to outside.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 13, 2019 10:47:38 GMT -8
Logan watched Magneto in silent distrust, actually just in thoughtfulness which looked a lot like distrust on his face though, while the elevator was creeping up the hoistway. Basically didn't he care for any other business than his own; well, that was before he had teamed up with these kids to free a potential sociopath. Something had changed, even though he still might refuse to believe so. But suddenly there were people he cared for. Logan knew that Magneto wasn't willing to harm his own kind but what if mutants weren't willing to join his radical war against the human kind? Anyways, he would protect these kids as long as he was with them. As long as he would be part of kind of a... team.
Just like everyone else, Logan was thankful when the elevator's doors opened up again. But other than everyone else, he had sensed the strange feeling of someone would have scurried his way out of the elevator and back inside in less than a split second. Or maybe it hadn't been exactly a feeling but a body sense. With a short sniff, Logan's head turned to Peter, saying nothing.
"Let's finally get outta here. This place is drivin' me nuts.", he said eventually, still with Jean in his arms walking past the others and leading the way to the main lobby and back to the van.
*** Logan, Jean, Peter and Erik exit to X-Jet ***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 3, 2019 22:18:38 GMT -8
Erik was successfully broken out of Trask Industries.
Friday has come to an end.
It is now Saturday, October 25, 1975, late morning.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 4, 2020 18:50:11 GMT -8
A few hours pass.
It is now early afternoon.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 5, 2022 17:05:24 GMT -8
The rest of Saturday passes.
It is now Sunday, October 26, 1975, late morning.
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