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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Mar 20, 2006 15:54:58 GMT -5
Washington D.C. A shadow of what it used to be a broken convoluing corpse. Amid the ruination of derelict monuments and vaguely human skeletons tainted with ash, a tall black shimmering tower reachs into the clouds.
Black Sentinels,stare coldly as they guard the blasphemous sturcture. Clouds and dust kicked up in the air blot out the sun to a few meager rays. Other than the hum of electronics and machines, there are no sounds.
Inside the tower, a young black man in his early twenties sits on a twisted black and somewhat moving throne. His eyes shimmer alien blue his mouth and nose covered by a respirator-like mask. His chest is exposed..along with several hoses and wires spilling into holes in it. Black insectile arms in his back work dillegently to operate the computers monitoring just how much gentic material is going toward advance nanophage production.
This is the Haven. Home of the Lord Panopticon of the North American Contingency. The Dreadnought.
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Mar 20, 2006 16:02:59 GMT -5
Thousands of miles removed from the forboding capital.
In the dark metropolis of Bayville. Muhammed Al- Shareef once known as the Revenant, hurries back to the distopic headquarters of what might be called a resistence. It had only been five years since North America had been conquered by the Dreadnought's forces, and in that time he had managed to put together what might be called a Resistance had it not been so small and pathetic.
As Revenant opened the door of the once lively Bayville Galleria's JCPenny's He passes through a scanner that checks him and makes sure he is free from Nanophage contamination.
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Mar 20, 2006 16:08:12 GMT -5
"For the love of God."
Rev muttered under his breath as the retinal scan identified him.
He walked down steps into the comfortable yet incredibly dusty main room.
After the diaster, Humans , and mutants didn't matter anymore. People who were once bitter enemies became staunch allies(and in some cases spouses). Survival was all that truly mattered now.
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Post by riot2005 on Mar 20, 2006 16:45:37 GMT -5
London. That's were she had been. For five long years she had been hiding in there. It wasn't much better in London, but at least she was still free. But now Elektra found herself wanting to return back home, help those who were left fight the tyrant lord. That's the reason why she had ended up back there. In Bayville. The place she hadn't been to since she was a teenager. She had heard rumors of a resistance here, maybe with her mutant abilities she could be of some help.
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Mar 20, 2006 16:49:22 GMT -5
Rev yelled out hoping someone was here.
"I'm back...hello?"
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Post by xt on Mar 20, 2006 21:49:01 GMT -5
((so this is kinda, run down world, huh? schweet!))
X-T ran around the corner, a piece of bread clutched to her side as she heard footsteps behind her. She stopped, looking around, and seeing a spot in a window sil she could get up to. Quickly, she jumped up into the tree near by, swung off of the flag pole hanging from the wall, and landed in the spot.
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Mar 20, 2006 22:12:30 GMT -5
"X-T" Rev looked at her as she climbed.
"What are you doing?"
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Post by xt on Mar 20, 2006 22:17:04 GMT -5
X-T looked over at Rev and tried to smile, but her face was so worn out, only the corners of her mouth could be raised.
"Foods been horrible ta fin'," X-T said tearing the bread into pieces, "Ain't like th' good days were ya could jus' go to th' store, eh? Had ta steal it from... well, I don' know who, but he didn' need it. He had plenty o' years backed up in his good ol' stomach,"
X-T stuck a piece in her mouth, tasting the wonderfulness of fresh food. She licked her lips and said, "I haven' eatin' in weeks..."
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Mar 20, 2006 22:25:51 GMT -5
"Well I brought us something...not much..but it should do."
Under his arm Rev produced a brown paper bag. He pulled out a couple of prepackaged cold cut sandwiches and some chips.
"This should be good for sometime...I hope."
Muhammad thought he had left this life behind in the streets of Cairo's bazaar, but today they had ensured that he and some other people would survive
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Post by xt on Mar 20, 2006 22:32:27 GMT -5
X-T licked her lips, seeing the brown paper bags in Rev's hand. She grabbed of what was left of her loaf a bread and jumped down from the window ledge. She met Rev with a smile.
"I jus' hope no one steals it er... someone eats it all..." X-T said with a sigh, "Fer future reference, keep th' bags away from me..."
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Post by Twilight on Mar 22, 2006 17:41:37 GMT -5
Jasmine walked over to X-T and Rev. She was very thin and her eyes only glowed dully now. Her dark clothes hung loosely on her. She looked more ghostly than usual. The years had taken a toll on her. She sighed. "Hello... I brought a new member."
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Post by xt on Mar 22, 2006 22:01:45 GMT -5
X-T looked back at Jasmine and smiled as much as she could.
"Who?" X-T said, her voice cracking a little, "Are they in need o' foods an' medicine?"
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Post by Twilight on Mar 23, 2006 6:18:44 GMT -5
Jasmine shook her head. "Nah." She glanced to the side and jerked her head. A shadowy figure appeared.
((dudes I'm grounded adn shouldn't be doing this. I post again tommorrow))
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Post by raphael on Mar 23, 2006 13:30:14 GMT -5
Vendetterous wandered out around the corner. He had been better adapted to such living conditions. He bet that those who had created him and the dreadnaught had never counted on what had happened. His brothers had long since been killed, trying to stop the inevitable. Vendetterous had stayed alive as long because he was better, and had allies he could trust. ever since Vendetterous had left that horrible place, the seed of doubt had been placed in their heads. Vendetterous had not wanted to harm his brothers, and had not killed any of them. They had respected him for it and a growing dissention amongst his brothers for thier superiors had grown. However none of that mattered now, they were dead.
Vendetterous had managed to survive better because he had stock piled weapons and supplies for some time prior to the unexpected uprising. Vendetterous had been planning something for Magneto, but now his resources were diverted elsewhere. He approached from behind Revenant quietly, not saying a word.
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Post by Raymond Baxter: Legion on Mar 23, 2006 15:34:09 GMT -5
Rev turned around and met face to face with a former enemy.
"Him?" Revenant looked confused at Twilight. "I thought a group of Sentinels and Chimeras killed off all the Brotherhood?"
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Post by xt on Mar 23, 2006 15:43:44 GMT -5
X-T looked up and saw the man standing behind Ray. She frowned.
"Well, it don' look like it, huh?" X-T said, her voice cracking again then sighing, "But let's jus' put that behind us. Ain't like it matter 'bout old grudges now,"
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Post by raphael on Mar 23, 2006 18:43:19 GMT -5
Vendetterous chose his words carefully, "It is true, the brotherhood was destroyed, but I have certain skills that help me to survive. I am not here to serve old grudges, I am here to offer my help and expertise. I have supplies and equipment that may be of use, not to mention food stuffs, by the look of things you may need it."
Vendetterous was standing there in his black jungle boots and black BDU bottoms, but had no shirt on, though if you didn't look close enough it looked like he was wearing one. It was simply the black carapace under his skin.
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Post by xt on Mar 23, 2006 22:28:23 GMT -5
X-T brushed back her short, greasy black hair and sighed.
"Thanks. We gotta a lotta kids back at th' mansion who are sick," X-T said, the gleam in her blue eyes flickering a little, something she once had many years ago, "We very appreciate it. An' sorry fer th' snap back. Habits die hard ya know..."
X-T laughed, then let out a cough. She shook her head, cleared her throat, and smiled.
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Post by raphael on Mar 23, 2006 22:37:31 GMT -5
Vendetterous pulled out a small black duffel and tossed it to x-t. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and right now, you are the lesser of two evils. Our fued may continue later, but at this juncture, such action would be, counter intuitive. I have no desire to alienate myself completely, I would rather have more allies than enemies."
Vendetterous looked over his shoulder, a nervous tick he had picked up, though he was almost always sure there was some one behind him watching.
"There is food and some medecine in the bag, not a lot, but enough to buy time while I get more."
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Post by xt on Mar 23, 2006 22:49:40 GMT -5
X-T caught the bag and placed it at her side.
"Thank you Vendetterous," X-T said with a little bow, "I'm sure we won't have any issues from now on, eh? Plus, we need ta get ready fer th' troubles ahead ourselves. Ray. Vendetterous. Would you like to stay at the mansion? Mind you, it ain't what it used to be..." X-T said, her voice coming in and out.
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