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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 23, 2019 9:59:50 GMT -8
X-JetThe X-Jet is a modified Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird designed and built by Hank McCoy in the early 1960s with upgrades and modifications continuing since. Features include radar, bomb bay doors, stealth technology, vertical thrusters, high-speed engines, hypersonic, blast resistance, and stealth technology.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 23, 2019 14:51:53 GMT -8
They had been sitting inside this crate for quite a while already, not much of conversation going. And that was although this teenager Logan earlier thought would never keep his trap shut was of the party. But luckily, it seemed he was taking a nap.
Eventually, Logan let out an audible sigh. He hated being stuck in a crate for long, especially after they just had been over a very long flight all the way from Kenya to New York.
"Can we have a pause?", he asked towards the cockpit. He really needed a cigar right now.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 23, 2019 15:01:42 GMT -8
"Can we have a pause?"
"Not a fan of flying, either?" Jean asked, as she looked at Logan from her seat across the cabin with a warm smile. He radiated annoyance and impatience practically 24/7 so she did her best to keep her mental distance. But right now she needed a distraction from the butterflies in her stomach. Not just from the flight itself but the anticipation of going on a real mission, outside the Danger Room. She knew the Professor wouldn't intentionally put them in danger, but he wouldn't coddle them either. They each had to know their role and perform it to the best of their ability.
"We'll be there soon," she reassured him. "This thing flies a lot faster than a trans-Atlantic passenger plane."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 23, 2019 15:43:19 GMT -8
"Can we have a pause?"
"Yah, sure. Lemme just pull over to the side of the sky and you can go for a little walk," came Beast's gruff voiced smart ass reply from the cockpit.
Charles covered his chuckle with a cough and cleared his throat. "Not helpful, Hank," he chastised.
"Not a fan of flying, either?" "We'll be there soon," "This thing flies a lot faster than a trans-Atlantic passenger plane."
Charles could always count on Jean to be helpful and kind. He nodded in agreement with her assessment but to add reassurance, he called out to the pilot. "Hank, how are we looking?"
"Nearing our coordinates, Professor," he answered back.
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Post by Ariel on Mar 23, 2019 18:47:31 GMT -8
Peter fixated his goggles on the top of his silver head as he half listened to the conversation murmuring around him in the air. Yet the churning in his stomach was rather distracting as he remained particularly silent for the majority of the jet ride, thinking of countless outcomes on how things could go. 'What if I say something stupid?...What if he's really a bad guy?...What if he doesn't want me?' The last thought resonated with him before a tiny air pocket jolted him out of his thoughts and back to the present moment. The mission was going to be a slice, he knew that, it was his side mission that made him rather anxious.
"We'll be there soon," "This thing flies a lot faster than a trans-Atlantic passenger plane."
"Jean's right, We only deal with the best in the business, man," Peter interjected as he agreed with his red headed friend. Even though the jet was faster than most, the anticipation made time go by a lot slower than what Peter was used to and hoped that they would be landing soon.
"Hank, how are we looking?"
"Nearing our coordinates, Professor,"
Peter nodded at the newest intel from the crew as he tried to relax, "Ready to rock and roll, my dudes...and...dudette," Peter corrected himself amidst his assuring comment that was was geared up to go as he nodded in Jean's direction.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 25, 2019 11:13:19 GMT -8
"Yah, sure. Lemme just pull over to the side of the sky and you can go for a little walk,"
Oh, great. Another joker on board. This time though Logan swallowed the grumpy comment that had come to his mind. It might not be the wisest thing to pick a fight. That actually never was his intention anyway. He was just acting like himself which seemed to be enough to cause a fight sometimes. But well, he tried to remember that he was doing this for someone who once had saved him from ending up as a guinea pig that got its last lethal dose of something that probably would not have killed him but he knew there was worse.
"Not a fan of flying, either?", suddenly a female voice roused him his abstraction. Logan looked up at her; Jean, if he remembered her name right. "We'll be there soon,""This thing flies a lot faster than a trans-Atlantic passenger plane."
"Jean's right, We only deal with the best in the business, man,"
"Yah? So where's the lady with the drinks and snacks?", Logan replied to both of them with the hint of a slight smirk in the corner of his lips, maybe for once since they had met each other at the mansion.
"Hank, how are we looking?"
"Nearing our coordinates, Professor,"
"Ready to rock and roll, my dudes...and...dudette,"
Logan let out another deep sigh as he leaned back into his passenger seat, ready to take things as they come.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 25, 2019 16:06:12 GMT -8
"Yah? So where's the lady with the drinks and snacks?"
"See, Peter. I told you there was a sense of humor in there somewhere," Jean said. "Sorry about the lack of amenities. Dr. McCoy gets really annoyed about crumbs or spills on the floor." Then she turned her attention to the cockpit. "Have you heard anything from Maeve, Professor?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 25, 2019 16:50:48 GMT -8
Charles automatically looked to the radio to be sure the signal light was on. “Nothing has come in on the radio so everything seems to be going according to plan.”
If anything was to go amiss, Maeve was to call the mansion and the mansion would have radioed in to the jet. If things were going according to plan, no contact would be made. Radio frequencies were too easily tapped into.
“Approaching coordinates,” Hank called out, angling his head toward the back. “Everyone buckle in for landing.”
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Post by Ariel on Mar 26, 2019 14:21:07 GMT -8
"See, Peter. I told you there was a sense of humor in there somewhere,"
"Oh yea, grumpy gills is the life of the party," Peter stood up and stretched his arms through the journey in the sky, chuckling at Jean's remark towards their sharp clawed friend who seemed to be doing anything but cracking jokes. Peter hadn't really been paying attention to Logan's agitated state until now, and wondered if he knew that excessive sighing wasn't going to get them to their destination sooner.
“Approaching coordinates,” “Everyone buckle in for landing.”
Peter's ears perked up as he listened attentively to the sound coming from the front of the jet. Before Hank could even suggest that everyone should buckle for their landing, Peter had already zipped back to his seat and fastened himself in. "Roger that, Sully," Pulling his hand up to his forehead in a brief salute to the front, Peter spoke in a confirming voice as they approached their destination.
*** Jet lands on the ground with Peter, Charles, Jean, Logan and Hank ***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 27, 2019 21:18:55 GMT -8
Maeve waited near the landing spot, hidden in the surrounding line of trees and watching the skies. She was leaning against a tree, arms crossed and fingers tapping anxiously against her arm. Finally, a dark object emerged from the clouds in the night sky. Maeve pushed herself off the tree and watched the jet's approach.
It was happening. She felt the familiar surge of adrenaline and nerves that always came along with the risk of busting someone out. This time, though, it was more intense and came along with the sensation of butterflies in her stomach. That was an odd addition. Maeve chalked it up to the fact they were breaking someone out from a Trask facility publicly located along with the fact she worked in that very facility. It certainly had nothing to do with who they were breaking out. Or so she convinced herself.
Maeve rubbed the goosebumps from her arms as she eyeballed the jet, gauging the height and speed, but she wasn't confident enough in her gift to attempt a teleport when it was still so far off the ground and traveling so fast. She willed herself to be patient.
As soon as the wheels touched ground, Maeve teleported from her hiding place to inside the jet.
"Right on time," she said, grasping an overhead bar while the jet finished settling. "The uniforms are in the van just outside. Everyone ready to do this?" she asked anxiously of the crew who hadn't even had a moment to unbuckle yet.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 28, 2019 11:37:17 GMT -8
Logan hadn't shown more reaction to the surrounding demeanor of making fun of him than a slight shake of his head. He just hoped the silver joker would be helpful in case shit will hit the fan at some point during their mission. Because Logan was pretty sure, never mind what kind of a big shot the mutant they were going to break out might be or not, this would be no mean feat.
"Right on time,"
"Fuck!", Logan uttered as the sudden appearance of Maeve inside the jet gave him a jolt.
"The uniforms are in the van just outside. Everyone ready to do this?"
Instead of an answer he just made himself ready to get out of this crate, leaving the talking to the others except of a little remark to Charles in passing: "I'll be waiting outside.", his last words already muffled by the cigar he had placed between his lips.
*** Logan exits the jet ***
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 28, 2019 16:18:43 GMT -8
"Right on time. The uniforms are in the van just outside. Everyone ready to do this?"
Jean couldn't help but laugh at Logan's dramatic reaction to Maeve's appearance, forgetting he hadn't been witness to Ghosty's magic trick yet. "Don't mind him, I sense he's just hungry. We should get him a snack afterward," she advised.
"I think we're ready as we'll ever be," she added, undoing her seat buckles and getting to her feet. "But looking like he works for a cleaning company, might be a stretch for Peter." She hoped the snarkiness and the ease of her comments served to cover her fear and uncertainty about what was going to happen next.
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Post by Ariel on Mar 29, 2019 9:46:57 GMT -8
As soon as the jet touched base with the ground once again, nerves still coursed through Peter yet the adrenaline began to take over and he was more ready than ever to take on a second round of breaking out Magneto. Complete the mission, deal with parental feelings later..., Unbuckling his seat, Peter mulled over these words in his brain as he would attempt at best to separate his emotions from the risky task at hand to avoid any sort of distraction that might screw up the entire operation.
"Right on time," "Fuck!"
Taken by slight surprise, Peter turned at the sound of sudden commotion only to see Maeve appear right before the team. Peter sighed internally as realization of Maeve's entrance washed over his face. "Yeah, she does that. You'll get used to it," Peter spoke typically in Logan's direction before their clawed friend grumbled his way out of the jet accompanied by a cigar, "Guess someone got his panties in a furry bunch mid flight."
"Right on time. The uniforms are in the van just outside. Everyone ready to do this?"
"I think we're ready as we'll ever be,""But looking like he works for a cleaning company, might be a stretch for Peter."
"Jeanie, you're just jellin'. We both know this bod would kill it in a french maid dress," Bringing himself to his feet Peter shook his head jokingly as a smirk played on his lips as he looked in Jean's direction.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 30, 2019 10:21:41 GMT -8
Maeve was too distracted with the intensity of emotions going through her to truly appreciate the amusement she usually got out of popping in on people or the jovial bantering of the group. It was something she'd most likely take the time to appreciate in future on many occasions when the job was done and she was back home alone, reminiscing about being a part of a group of people she cared about. That was the problem; she was starting to care about these people and she had no right dragging them into her problems and into the attention of Trask. They were a warm, happy, close knit group of people that deserved to stay as such. Even the not-so-warm, not-so-happy, mostly crotchety Logan was starting to grow on her. With the glimpses of dry humor and even catching a smile or two out of him, Maeve had the feeling Charles' group was getting to him, too.
As the team members who were joining in the field readied themselves, Maeve stayed with Charles and Hank in the jet, setting up for their roles behind the scenes. Maeve retrieved the cot secured with the supplies and unfolded it. She placed the pillow, thoughtfully included, at the side Charles settled himself in front of and sat down, waiting for the rest of the team to be ready.
Maeve stared blindly ahead, deep in thought. Everything would go well. She was confident in that. But that's not what was truly bothering her. This would be the last time she'd see Erik. Gone would be the one night a week she looked forward to. No more Saturday night socials, which put her back to a grand total of zero socials, zero things to look forward to in the week. She'd still have Moira to work with but that was more of a business partnership that she'd do well to try to keep as such. She'd let herself get too comfortable, too attached. It distracted her from her main objective and she felt guilty for having felt moments of joy or reasons to smile again when her sister was still out there, most likely scared and feeling alone.
Charles' concerned tone broke through Maeve's thoughts. "Are you ready?"
Maeve turned her head toward him, finding him studying her. No doubt he wanted to mentally pry but she didn't feel him poking around in her head. Maeve nodded and attempted to brighten her somber mood with a grin. "Yes. A bit nervous," she said, playing off the turmoil he'd picked up on as if it were as simple as that, "but I have complete confidence in your team."
"Our team," Charles corrected with a warm smile. "Maeve--"
"Looks like the team is ready," Maeve quickly interrupted. By the way Charles was looking at her and the way he'd started to reach out to place his hand on her arm, Maeve knew he'd been about to ask her to stay with them and most likely offer their help. The thought of becoming a part of this warm, happy, close knit group of people was too tempting to allow him to voice the invite. Luckily the group had started to regather, in cleaning crew uniform, waiting for the go. None of them really fit the look but it looked most especially humorous on big ol' grumpy claws whose muscles strained the fabric of the sleeves. No doubt the most badass looking janitor anyone had ever seen.
With the whole team was assembled and ready, Maeve stretched out on the cot, closed her eyes, and relaxed. Her simulated copy materialized at the foot of the cot and Charles leaned forward, speaking quietly to her real self while looking her sim in the eye. "You understand, I may unintentionally pick up on things in your mind while we're connected?"
Maeve's sim nodded. "I understand," came the simultaneous acknowledgement from both her real self and her sim.
Charles gave a satisfactory nod and placed his hands on either side of her head then closed his own eyes in concentration. Maeve felt the odd sensation of the additional person in her head and allowed herself to relax deeper, putting her full concentration, attention, and control on her sim. Sim glanced around. "How does everything look and sound?" her sim asked.
"Crystal clear," Charles answered out loud. Maeve heard his reply in her simulated self's head as well.
"Hear you loud and clear," her sim said, tapping her temple. Maeve looked to the rest of the field team. "Alright. Let's do this." As she started to walk toward the ramp, Maeve's sim faded to invisible as if on a mental dimmer switch.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Mar 30, 2019 14:28:04 GMT -8
To put it mildly, Logan didn't feel very comfortable in that janitor outfit. Not only because it didn't suit him in general but because it was at least one size too small. Instead of complaining though, he just quietly muttered his discontent. At least he didn't have to wear an acidic yellow onesie or something like that.
"Alright. Let's do this."
Logan looked from the taut fabric around his chest up to Maeve who appeared to be there in duplicate for a little moment.
"Not sure if I'll ever get used to this.", he muttered in Peter's direction alluding to that one's former comment before walking past him and leave to outside the jet.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Mar 30, 2019 16:09:58 GMT -8
"Jeanie, you're just jellin'. We both know this bod would kill it in a french maid dress."
She rolled her eyes in response to Peter's comment accompanied by his trademark smirk. "Ugh, remind me not to go wandering in your mind, like ever," she advised. But to be honest, it was nice having Peter around the mansion again. Though she wondered if those sporadic appearances would dwindle to zero once he was back in contact with Lensherr. She made her way to the cleaning van and picked out her own disguise. Of course it had to be a dress, while the men got to wear practical shirts and pants.
Once Jean was dressed, she waited by the jet's gangway for the rest of them. The Professor was in the process of making a mental link with Maeve, a process she'd gone through herself but it never got easier. She didn't want to disappoint this woman who was risking so much for something she believed in, even if Jean didn't totally agree with the objective.
"Alright. Let's do this."
"Not sure if I'll ever get used to this."
Jean took a moment to smile at the undeniable uncomfortableness of Logan nearly bursting out of his uniform, before falling into line with him and Maeve's invisible alter ego. "You are not driving," she informed Peter as she walked past him and headed for the passenger side of the van.
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Post by Ariel on Mar 30, 2019 23:05:40 GMT -8
Zipping up the front of the janitor's uniform, everything about the mission grew to become more real for Peter. Dropping his cassette player with the buds wrapped around it into the pant pocket of the janitor jumper, he drew in a breath to ground himself before resuming with the rest of the team as they filed together to get set to enter the facility.
"I must say, I'm dissappointed in Ghosty's lack of frills and feather dusters in stock, but I guess this will do." Peter tisked as he shook his head from side to side, approaching the crew.
"Not sure if I'll ever get used to this."
"Deep breaths, cowboy, it get's easier after every rodeo." Peter patted Logan on the shoulder as he exaggerated a sympathetic look for a brief moment before they all began migrating towards the van.
"You are not driving,"
Peter grinned halfheartedly as he gave Jean a questionable look before retreating to the side of the van, "Fine by me, this old clanker isn't exactly up to my speed anyways," Peter patted the side of the van before crawling into the back.
*** Peter, Jean, Logan and crew load into the cleaning company van and head to Trask Industries***
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 12, 2019 12:42:59 GMT -8
The jolt of the sensation of being shot had nearly caused Charles to break his link with Maeve, but he'd held steady through the searing pain and had been glad he had. For one, the pain of it had given Maeve trouble resetting and his link had allowed him to assist and secondly, he may have missed who the mysterious friend was that Maeve has requested Peter's assistance with. Charles had watched through the eyes of Maeve's sim and had found Moira of all people, staring back at him. He had quickly tampered down the worry and alarm at the discovery of Moira in the middle of the chaos before Maeve could pick up on it.
He supposed he shouldn't be surprised that Moira had gotten herself mixed up in mutant affairs once again after Charles had had to make the difficult decision to make her forget about her time with him. With them, he corrected. Her fight involving his kind had been the reason their paths had crossed in the first place, so he supposed it was only a matter of time until their paths crossed again.
Charles had remained a silent observer after that point. The less he made his presence known in Maeve's head, the less she would try to block her mind and her emotions. Not only had he just learned that Maeve's simulation had vulnerabilities, something not even she had known about her own gift, but he'd also learned that Moira was involved. Going against his own moral code, Charles slowly, cautiously started to mine Maeve's memories while he continued to experience what was happening at Trask through Maeve.
He didn't have long to poke around in her memories but could puzzle together a clear enough picture with the inclusion of what he'd accidentally picked up the other day when he'd reached out too strongly under the assumption it had been her copy rather than she herself visiting. Trask faded away from view and Charles disconnected his link when Maeve began to stir.
Charles watched her sit up and swing her legs over the side of the cot with a look of both physical and emotional pain. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 12, 2019 12:45:28 GMT -8
Maeve sat up and swung her legs over the side of the cot, the motion increasing the dull throb in her abdomen. She felt more emotionally compromised than she'd realized.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," she reassured once again. "I told you, it was just the simulation of being shot. It wasn't real."
Charles frowned at her. "As someone who has had the misfortune of being shot, I can tell you, it felt very real. And apparently there are residual effects."
Maeve followed his gaze and dropped the hand she hadn't realized she'd placed over the ghost of the gunshot wound, giving him a look of annoyance. "It's just a dull ache. It'll be gone soon."
"Will it?" he countered. "You didn't know how something like that would affect you, did you?" The glare he received in response gave him his answer. He switched topics before he tempered her into uncooperative defiance. "You didn't tell me you'd have a friend pulling a side mission. What is her involvement with Trask?"
"You have nothing to worry about. My friend knows nothing about what we were doing." Of course, Maeve had no idea that Charles' concern wasn't over what her friend might have seen but over Moira, herself.
Charles studied her silently. Maeve assumed it was because he was trying to determine if he could trust there was no threat of her friend having seen or known something about what they were doing but in truth, he was silently determining that further questioning might give away that he knew Moira. The mind was an intricate thing. If Maeve were to reveal to Moira that Charles knew who she was, it might trigger something that would undo the block on Moira's memories. He'd gleaned enough while mining Maeve's memories to know that she and Moira were working together, most likely on another big thing he'd uncovered.
"Maeve," he began cautiously. "We can help you find your sister."
Maeve shot to her feet, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and betrayal. No wonder she'd felt more emotional upon waking than she had moments before. "You poked around in my mind," she said in an accusatory tone. It was so tempting, the thought of help, but she couldn't put these people that she'd started to care about in danger. She wasn't sure she could handle losing any more people. Maeve crossed her arms, adding defiantly, "I don't need anyone's help. I've been doing just fine on my own."
"I believe you have, Maeve. Up until a bit ago. What would have happened if someone hadn't been there to help block the pain in order for you to reset?"
Maeve remained silent, his question haunting her own worries. During that moment, she'd felt as if she were stuck in limbo, helpless and forced to endure the pain. Unable to disconnect her copy, unable to wake her real self up. If not for Charles' help, would she have had to wait out the agonizing moments until her simulated self bled out and faded away in death? Would that even be how it would work?
The sound of the van approaching in the distance broke her from her thoughts. She had to leave before they got back. "Thank you for your help, Charles. Give the others my thanks."
"And Erik?" Charles quickly interjected. As he suspected, his old friend's name gained Maeve's attention, stopping her from immediately teleporting. "What should I tell him?"
Maeve's features softened. The anger and fight overridden by the mention of the person she'd miss most after today. "Tell him..." What? That she would miss him terribly? How her Saturdays would now forever be empty and meaningless as all the other days? That she'd foolishly allowed herself to fall in... With sudden realization she'd just gone soft and almost allowed herself to face the truth, Maeve turned serious. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin a notch. "Tell him not to do anything stupid."
As Maeve teleported away, she thought she saw a big grin of amusement on Charles' face.
***Maeve exits to her family home***
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 13, 2019 16:13:12 GMT -8
*** Jean, Peter, Logan and Erik enter from Trask Industries ***
"Really, I'm fine," Jean insistently told Logan and Peter (she was guessing Erik didn't care) as she walked up the gangway into the jet. She had changed out of the cleaning uniform back into her own clothes and along with it, had pulled on a mask of self-assurance. "I just need some rest. And thank you for totally not caring at all," she added with a teasing smirk. One didn't have to be a telepath to sense that somewhere under that gruff exterior, the Wolverine had formed some sort of bond with this hastily thrown together team.
And Jean hadn't really had a choice about making the trip from the Trask building back to the van carried in Logan's rather muscular arms, but she had hated being so weak. The thought also occurred to her that she should probably leave that part out when she recounted the tale of this trip to Scott. Or maybe she should leave all of it out. Scott wasn't a fan of Magneto's motives, either, and she still wasn't sure how to explain to him being a willing member of his breakout team.
"Mission accomplished, Professor," she beamed, greeting Charles and the feeling of safety that came with him. "I believe you two know each other." She traded glances between the two men, somewhere between friends and enemies at this particular moment, and walked over to her seat. Snapping the seatbelt into place and watching Hank methodically go through his pre-flight routine in the cockpit, she allowed herself to breathe again and stop worrying.
"Wait," Jean blurted, realizing there was someone missing. "Where's Maeve? She's not coming back to New York with us?"
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Post by Ariel on May 22, 2019 22:26:24 GMT -8
"Really, I'm fine,"
"Ya sure, Jeanie? I mean, I know you're strong as hell but man, I've never seen you take a turn like that before. Guess we just got a little psyched out is all." Peter spoke from a place of care and concern as he entered the Jet, trailing behind Jean who was back on her feet and appeared to have bounced back from her collapse of exerted power.
"I just need some rest. And thank you for totally not caring at all,"
Peter smirked lightly at Jean's teasing remark to their grumpy, clawed friend as he zipped the front of his cleaning jumper down in front of everyone and stepped out of it only to reveal that he had been wearing his normal clothes underneath this whole time. Peter froze momentarily as he noticed the strange looks of judgement being flashed in his direction,"What? Did you guys honestly think of me as a commando dude? Just when you think your friends really know you." Peter shook his head in a tisk as he walked over to sit in the seat across from Jean.
"Mission accomplished, Professor," "I believe you two know each other."
Peter remained silent during this exchange between two old friends as he grew to be the observer. He trusted Charles' judgement and would wait to see which way he began to lean with Erik. The closer to the friends corner he would sway, the more faith that Peter would instill in the fact that perhaps his birth father would take this opportunity to change his ways. The closer Peter would be to talking to Erik, son to father.
"Wait," "Where's Maeve? She's not coming back to New York with us?"
Peter's gaze widened with alarming surprise as it snapped from Jean to Charles, "Ghosty...ghosted us?" Peter's heart began to sink as he learned that his teammate and new friend wouldn't be sticking around, "I was just getting used to having her apart of our dysfunctional family." Peter chuckled. Amidst the sadness that overcame him, he had the urge to smile knowing that even if he never saw Maeve again then at least he had made his peace with her. And wherever she went next, Peter hoped nothing but a happy life for his ghost friend.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 25, 2019 8:06:50 GMT -8
With the sound of footfall on the jet’s ramp, Charles’ amusement faded. He glanced at the now empty cot, not looking forward to having been stuck in the awkward situation of explaining Maeve’s disappearance, particularly to Erik. Awkward would be a welcoming feeling to what it might actually blow up to be, if his old friend shared any of the feelings Charles had picked up from Maeve.
Charles wheeled himself in front of the empty cot in a weak attempt to distract from Maeve’s absence. It would only serve as a minor delay. Someone would eventually notice.
"Mission accomplished, Professor,"
Charles grinned with pride. “I had no doubt you all could manage it.”
"I believe you two know each other."
Charles nodded his greeting, a welcoming smile on his face. "Good to see you again, old friend."
"Where's Maeve? She's not coming back to New York with us?"
'And we're off,' Charles inwardly cringed. "I'm afraid not," he said sadly.
"Ghosty...ghosted us?" "I was just getting used to having her apart of our dysfunctional family."
"As was I," he said with a nod. "I did try to talk her into staying, but she seemed to have her mind quite made up." Charles' eyes wandered to Erik before averting his gaze once again to deliver Maeve's message to the rest of the crew. "She gives her farewell and wanted me to thank you all."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 30, 2019 3:30:11 GMT -8
"I just need some rest. And thank you for totally not caring at all,"
"You're welcome.", Logan answered her teasing words with a smirk before he turned into a more private corner of the jet to get rid of the cleaning uniform as well; the most private place this place had to offer that was, but then again, he didn't care watchers seeing the half-naked back of him. There was worse.
"Wait,""Where's Maeve? She's not coming back to New York with us?"
Logan rejoined the team near the cockpit, giving a thoughtful expression to Jean's question, though he remained quiet. So Maeve has chickened out after all. He might not be Mr. Sensitive but was able to see or maybe to smell someone's distress about a difficult love affair. And if he guessed right (Logan's eyes wandered over at Erik for a slight moment), difficult was the least to say here. But that wasn't his problem anyway.
"I'm afraid not,", Charles eventually answered with visible discomfort.
"Ghosty...ghosted us?""I was just getting used to having her apart of our dysfunctional family."
"As was I,""I did try to talk her into staying, but she seemed to have her mind quite made up.""She gives her farewell and wanted me to thank you all."
Meanwhile, Logan had taken a seat next to Peter, listening in silence and looking not overly interested in the chatter. He was just done for one day.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on May 30, 2019 6:31:03 GMT -8
"Mission accomplished, Professor,"
Up until then Erik's attention had been drawn to rather the inside of the jet than to any of its passengers, for he recognized the X-Jet from last time they'd had gotten him out of prison. So this felt like kind of a déjà vu. An event he wasn't willing to become something like a regularly trending though. “I had no doubt you all could manage it.”"I believe you two know each other."At that, his gaze suddenly turned back ahead to face an old friend from his past and apparently his present, yet uncertain to last up to his future as well. Erik wasn't too confident that Charles would have let up on his blind mindset that had been putting obstacles in the way of their friendship over and over again. "Good to see you again, old friend.""Charles.", was everything he replied for now, as suddenly the redhead next to him spoke up again. "Where's Maeve? She's not coming back to New York with us?"Erik's gaze remained at Charles, his eyes sharply piercing through him. "I'm afraid not,"He didn't listen to everyone's next words as a wave of sudden anger was rising up in him, not even sure himself who exactly this was directed at. And so he fell into Charles words at some point, not with his voice lifted yet firmly spoken. "You tried to talk her into staying? Is that all?" Deep inside Erik knew that his friend was not the one to shoot if anyone, but only the stubborn woman that was turning his head since they had first met. "Charles, she has talent. Great potential. I know you're still recruiting mutants for..." Suddenly Erik stopped in the middle of his sentence, wondering in silence. For what, actually? Charles might be the best teacher in the world but he was wasting these people potential to nothing. Together they would be able to form an army to fight this world's injustice and finally rise the mutant kind to their rightful place. Why was this so hard to see?
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Post by Kristi Lynne on May 30, 2019 12:17:10 GMT -8
"You tried to talk her into staying? Is that all? Charles, she has talent. Great potential. I know you're still recruiting mutants for..."
Jean took note of the sudden stop in Erik's words. She still had her suspicions of the man, of the massive difference in philosophy and practice between him and the Professor. Peter may not want to hear it, but she feared their actions tonight had just made the world a more dangerous place for mutants. The school wasn't a training ground for the war that Erik seemed to want. She wasn't sure he would ever accept that.
"It makes sense, though," Jean finally spoke up, "for her to stay here." She leveled her gaze at Erik, doing her best not to show the intimidation that she felt because of his past or his power. "Once Trask realizes you're gone, they'll want to know how, and if someone on the inside helped you. If Maeve were to leave so close to your escape, it would raise their suspicions of her." Her opinion expressed and concluded, her features softened as she turned back to the Professor. "I'm sure she'll get in touch with us, when she thinks it's safe."
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Post by Ariel on Jun 6, 2019 20:59:01 GMT -8
"Once Trask realizes you're gone, they'll want to know how, and if someone on the inside helped you. If Maeve were to leave so close to your escape, it would raise their suspicions of her." "I'm sure she'll get in touch with us, when she thinks it's safe."
"Well, I'd say this was another successful day at the office," Interlacing his fingers, Peter rested his hands behind his silver head as he eased back into his seat. He felt reassured by Jean's speculations and only hoped that their ghosty friend would have found cover by now until everything blows over with the uproar that was about to commence by Trask - thanks to their successful heist, "But I'm ready for quittin' time. Are we ready to bounce, or what?" After everything they had went through to rescue Erik, Peter was ready to hightail it back to the mansion and shake his nerves before conversing with his birth father. Hell, maybe him and Hope might actually get to go on that joyride before being interrupted for the next operation save damsel in distress.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 8, 2019 21:46:45 GMT -8
"You tried to talk her into staying? Is that all?"
Charles gave Erik a pointed look and spoke dryly. "It was all I could do, short of controlling her mind." That was a violation Charles avoided at all costs. Surely even Erik would not have wanted Charles messing with Maeve's free will.
"Charles, she has talent. Great potential. I know you're still recruiting mutants for..."
There he went again, right to his fixation on the potential a fellow mutant could provide in his never ending question for a mutant revolution. Not even ten minutes had passed into their reunion and Charles wasn't going to jump right into one of the key differences in their opinions that always tore them apart. Besides, Charles had been linked to Maeve's memories, thoughts, and emotions and with what he'd seen, he was pretty confident Erik's interest didn't lie only in Maeve's gifts.
"It makes sense, though," "for her to stay here." "Once Trask realizes you're gone, they'll want to know how, and if someone on the inside helped you. If Maeve were to leave so close to your escape, it would raise their suspicions of her." "I'm sure she'll get in touch with us, when she thinks it's safe."
Charles was sure she wouldn't. He'd felt her determination in keeping them out of harm's way. But he fully agreed with the rest of Jean's thoughts. Maeve shouldn't do this alone. Yes, she did have Moira on her side now, but that only increased his want to take Maeve, and in so doing, Moira, into their protection.
"Well, I'd say this was another successful day at the office," "But I'm ready for quittin' time. Are we ready to bounce, or what?"
During their short exchange, Hank had folded the cot and secured it and had tucked the uniforms into a cargo hold bin to be disposed of later. Everything looking in order, Charles nodded, maneuvering himself to the spot where the seat had been raised to allow for his wheelchair. "Everyone, buckled in. Hank, start her up." He looked to Erik, knowing his old friend could accomplish his request with a simple flick of the wrist. "Would you mind doing the honors?" he asked, gesturing to the straps that buckled through the wheels of his chair to keep it steady during flight. "Much appreciated," he said once the task was done and Erik settled into the seat beside him.
Their spot offered a bit of seclusion, most of the rest of the team sitting across or a few seats away from them. As the jet took off toward home, Charles kept quiet, preferring to see how Erik proceeded on the Maeve front in an effort to figure out without mental prying if Erik's attachment went beyond Maeve's gifts.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jun 9, 2019 9:12:09 GMT -8
Deep down inside Erik knew that his anger wasn't really justified and that the redhead was right with what she had said, except the last part of it.
He thought to know Maeve good enough to guess that she most probably would, by now, have hunkered down in her single apartment somewhere in Virginia, though probably big enough for one person to feel lonely, while letting herself sink into a lavender bath to soothe her mind from everything that had happened today. A glass of wine, barely touched, next to her, and quiet music playing in the background to drown the sound of the city traffic outside. And maybe, only maybe, one question repeating itself over and over in her head: What if...?
This picture had been arising from his own mind only, yet Erik had no doubts that she was locking herself away from anyone who meant something to her and to whom she was meaning something. Right now he would have liked nothing better than to knock on the door of this imagined apartment and to just tell her how wrong she was, for locking herself away couldn't save you from any harm and loss. It could only keep you from what was called life. If Erik had locked himself up, not physically like others did for him but mentally, he would have gone mad long ago. But instead, he had kept on fighting for what meant something to him and for what he believed was the right thing.
Everyone inside the jet was either taking a nap or just as deep in their own thoughts as he had been himself up until now. Eventually, Erik's head turned slowly to the side to watch his old friend being as awake as he was. And then Erik finally broke the silence between them, speaking quiet enough though to not draw anyone else's attention towards them.
"I can't just leave her to her own, Charles." He wasn't saying it out loud yet, but the hidden request, or rather insistence, wasn't to miss hearing in his voice.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 9, 2019 22:52:39 GMT -8
Charles waited patiently. He'd taken one glance shortly after take-off to see his old friend deep in thought then had leaned back and relaxed while Erik took the time he needed to figure out what he wanted. His eyes wandered to the others, dozing or in their own thoughts, safe and secure with the rest of their makeshift family waiting for them in the safe haven of the mansion. There was no reason why Maeve couldn't continue to do what she was doing from the mansion. She was already hiding her real self somewhere while she sent her simulation into the lion's den. Things were only going to get more difficult after tonight and if she were to stay at the mansion, Charles could be close at hand to assist her, should another complication like the one today arise. "I can't just leave her to her own, Charles."Erik's voice finally broke through the silence. Charles turned to look him in the eye. "No, we can't," he adamantly agreed, using the 'we' to stress that he had Charles' full support in this. He laid his head back and closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to relax now that Erik had worked things out. "It won't be easy, convincing her to let us help," he warned. Charles tilted his head and peaked through his lids at Erik, humor etched on his face as he delivered his assessment on Maeve. "She may be even more stubborn than you, old friend." ***A short while later*** "Prep for arrival," came Hank's voice from the front just before the jet began its descent. At under an hour, the flight home passed quickly when one was dozing or deep in thought. At least for most. Charles opened his eyes and glanced at the other passengers, watching them stir before looking out the small window ahead of him. The mansion came into view, then the ledge of the open hatch, and finally, the walls of the hangar hidden beneath the basketball court. There was the slight jarring as the wheels met ground and the jet settled into place. The engines quieted and the sound of the hatch above closing and the ramp lowering took its place. "It's late and it's been a long day. You should all get some sleep. Jean, Peter, would you get Logan settled into one of the guest rooms? Hank, if you wouldn't mind, please prepare Cerebro before you head to your room. I can handle it from there."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Jun 10, 2019 9:52:44 GMT -8
Jean stayed quiet and still through the jet's arrival. It was good to be home, and she was feeling almost back to normal. At some point, she would have to talk to the Professor about what had happened back there at Trask. But he had more pressing matters at the moment.
"It's late and it's been a long day. You should all get some sleep. Jean, Peter, would you get Logan settled into one of the guest rooms?"
"I'd be glad to, Professor," Jean replied, unfastening her harness and preparing to disembark. "I'll take care of it," she added to Peter. "You should check in on Hope, see how she's settling in." After all, he had brought the girl to this massive new place and then left her there alone. Jean figured he might need the helpful hint.
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