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Professor Charles Xavier, School for Gifted Youngsters

Professor X removed the helmet from his head and placed it on the podium. He spun the wheelchair around then wheeled out of Cerebro, the metallic doors sliding open to let him out. He had just located undiscovered mutants lying in danger and alone, vulnerable to the dangers of the mutant world. They were still novices to what the X Men were used to, and so were needed to be retrieved and brought to the safe home that Professor X found himself in.
He was going to call for the teachers and most highly powered X Men to come forth and meet him in his lounge. There he would address them of the current situation and about the newly discovered mutants. He wheeled along various corridors, smiling at the students he passed and occasionally pausing to listen in on lessons going on with his mind.
As he came to a fork (straight ahead or to the right), a one Ororo Munroe appeared from the right corridor.
"Professor!" she said, beaming. "How nice to see you along here."
"Well, I felt the need to visit Cerebro for a little while," Xavier said, smiling. "Which reminds me, I request that yourself and teachers and mutants ranked Level 3 or above meet me in my lounge. I need to bring something to your attention."
Ororo nodded, taking the request in.
"No problem, Professor," Ororo said. "I'll get right to it."
With that, Ororo edged past the Professor and down the corridor to the nearest classroom. Xavier wheeled straight ahead and towards his lounge where he expected his students to be soon.

20 minutes later

Professor X sat beside the fire, the only light that lit the room, deep in thought. He prowled around the school in his mind seeking out his students and awaiting their arrival. He was known to be one for patience, and could wait a week or longer for the team to arrive. He snapped out of thought, however, as his wish came true. A group of people entered the room from behind, as he spun his chair around to face them. The group filed in, then the door closed behind them.
"Ahh, so glad you could join me," Professor X said, smiling at them all. "Now, straight to business. Whilst in Cerebro earlier, I discovered the location of new mutants whose situation has risen to my attention. They are alone and very vulnerable at the minute, and so need to be retrieved before the Sentinels get there first." He paused to allow the group to take this information in. He resumed shortly. "I need each of you to help me help these stranded innocents before they meet their doom. Now the Brotherhood has also improved their number, and will possibly be on the lookout for these mutants also. Keep an eye out for both the Sentinels and the Brotherhood, so be swift. I will assign you each to a mutant shortly."

Magneto, Forest Base

Callisto approached Magneto at his table silently, and with a stern look set upon her face.
"Mutants have been spotted, scattered all over the States, alone and in need of company," she explained.
Magneto looked up from his book, and removed his spectacles.
"And what do you plan to do with them?" he asked curiously.
"I was thinking we could retrieve them and persuade them to join the Brotherhood before the X Men get their hands on them," Callisto said coolly.
"Very well," Magneto said, closing his book. "Rally the strongest mutants we have and send them out to retrieve these younglings (new mutants). What with your ability, you should know immediately which ones of our group are a high level enough."
Callisto nodded her head then left the table and made for the stairs. As she climbed up the stairs, Magneto watched her. She was suddenly thrown back down the stairs and against a wall by some sudden force. Magneto jumped in shock, awaiting the arrival of the threat. When it came, Magneto knew immediately who it was.
"Yuriko Oyma..." he called. "Lady Deathstrike."
An Asian woman hopped down the stairs with claws extended from her fingers. She held one claw at Callistos' throat, and stared at Magneto menacingly. Magneto scowled, then flicked his finger upwards, forcing Lady Deathstrike off of her feet and into the air. Magneto edged around his desk and walked towards her.
"How foolish," he muttered. "So careless. Were you not aware of the position you were putting yourself in? You have just infiltrated the Brotherhoods' base of operations. I must say I congratulate you for making it this far; but you've come to the wrong place. Little Wolverine isn't here."
Yuriko began struggling against Magnetos' power when she heard the name. Her claws receded into her fingers and then out again rapidly. She began muttering;
"I...came to...join...the Brother...hood.."
Callisto and Magneto made eye-contact. Callistos' eyes were wide, as if to say 'Don't let her!'. Magneto turned toward Yuriko again.
"What makes you so sure you want to join us?" Magneto asked. "The X Men not your type?"
Yuriko shook her head furiously, then began growling. Magneto released her, dropping her to the floor. He turned to Callisto once more.
"Go, get the job finished. I have work to do with Yuriko here."
With that, Callisto nodded, gave Yuriko a dirty look, then left.

Chris
Chris ran down the street, ignoring the pouring rain. He was being chased by a Sentinel and he didn't like his chances.
He ran down several alleys, hoping to lose the Sentinel, but it kept following him.
Worried that he was going to die if he didn't do something, he stopped and turned to face it. Finding its "eyes" through the downpout, he threw two balls of ice at them, freezing them over and then ducking down an alley.

Chris ran, not stopping or looking over his shoulder, until he was 4 blocks from where he had last seen the Sentinel.
He stepped inside a restaurant and sat down to have a coffee. He was drenched and exhausted.
When his coffee came he used it to warm his hands before sipping at it slowly.
For now he wasn't going to go anywhere until another Sentinel showed up. He didn't care if he lost his job because of it and his whole body and face was hidden by a long black trench-coat so he wasn't worried about the normal people discovering he was a mutant.
Sitting in a corner always was a preference of Chris' when he was in public.

Vince
Vince stood calmly infront of the gang. He knew they couldn't hurt him and it made him laugh out loud.
One of the gang members yelled at him "Whatcha laughin' 'bout kid? We're gonna pummel ya."
At this, Vince laughed even harder "You're going to hurt me? I'm pretty sure that I'm going to hurt you guys instead."
The same gang member pulled out a flick knife while those around him produced lead pipes, baseball bats and even a machete.
"Come here kid and prove it." the guy with the flick knife said.
Vince smiled "OK, I will."
He ran at the guy with the flick knife and punched him square in the face, breaking the imbociles' nose and knocking him on his arse.
One of the gang members took a swing at him with a baseball bat and Vince just lifted his arm, the baseball bat bending on contact with his arm and Vince just smiling still.
"So who's going to hurt who?" he said, pulling the baseball bat out of the guys hands before throwing the guy into two of the other gang members.

Vince started laughing maniacally at them "You're all pitiful."
He then produced a long blade out of the top of his fist (where the thumb curls around when you make a fist), making it look like he just made a sword appear out of thin air.

The gang members picked themselves up and then ran for their lives, not wanting to mess with Vince anymore.
Vince laughed even harder at this and then sat down in the dead end alley, deciding that this was as good a place as any to relax for a while.

Squinting through the pouring rain, Logan did his best to ignore the steady drip from a leak in his truck roof. Flicking the aging radio on, he fiddled with the dial until he found a station running news and listened to the traffic and weather before flicking the turn signal with his pinky and pulling off the freeway just past an interchange sign. Shaking his head he yawned and jerked the seat back, pulling a dirty and torn space blanket over him.
Sleep was elusive and he finally gave up and decided to look for a hotel for the night. Finally finding a Holiday Inn, well off the interstate, he checked in and ignored the slight holier-than-thou attitude of the desk clerk as she took his government credit card and handed him the passkey. Picking up a duffle bag- one of two full of his clothes, he smiled politely and let himself in. Pulling the chain lock across the door, he kicked his boots off and flopped over onto the bed, immediately falling asleep.

Daniel sat in his chair at the entrance to his home. He had put alot of time into his house, and traps were a must in the sewer, so far he had a gas trap, a spike trap, and even an incinerator trap, even a trapdoor to top it off! He was surprise by what got caught in it every day, from rats to turtles, really big ones. He was still trying to get the grease out of the incinerator from that last turtle. There was a neat purple headband too. He switched on the TV, Freakazoid was on. He settled down to watch, and found that the remote was on the opposite end of the room, he found it easy to hand it to himself.

Brian sat down in a beat-up old chair in the abandoned house he had found in the slummiest part of town. He had already rigged up a couple of impromptu traps to keep any normal people out. But not someone from either the Institute or this so-called Brotherhood. For now, he waited and practiced with his ability. Right now he was working on changing the pigmentation of his skin. He brought up one sleeve and focused on making part of his lower arm darken. So far he'd managed to darken it to roughly Asian-descent skin tone, but he was working more toward native African (my apologies if this sounds racist. I'm simply trying to convey what skin tones he is trying to acheive). He focused himself, and that patch began to darken.

The sound of a trash can tipping over caused Brian to shoot out of his seat, a pair of bone blades shooting out of his arms right over his wrists out to about 2 1/2 feet. He looked over and saw a large rat sitting next to the tipped-over can. He relaxed, the blades being reabsorbed into his arms and the injuries inflicted by their emergance immediately healing. That was one of the quirks about his power Brian didn't understand. Wounds inflicted from an outside source took several minutes to heal, but wounds caused by his own bones emerging immediately healed. He shook his head and sat down again. There were the sounds of fighting coming from an alley across the street, but then again, it didn't involve him, so he didn't give a crap. It's not my business.

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

Kurt took the bus along to the hotel and the new recruit he was assigned to. He was sitting on the left aisle, gazing out at the rain soaked region around him. He wore his cream trench coat and blue baseball cap, pulling it down over his face, however, to hide his features. There were a few humans on the bus, too, 5 to be exact, all spaced out from each other. They obviously do not communicate much with one another, Kurt thought.
The bus rattled on along the freeway, on its' way to the next stop which was a few miles away at the next town. Between Kurts' current location and the town was the hotel, currently providing a dwelling for a one Logan Lancaster. Kurt pulled out two photos as the skies rumbled and the rain appeared to become heavier. One photo was of the hotel, with directions inscribed on the back of it, and the other was of Logan Lancaster. The photo was taken from above, from what Kurt could tell, and pictured Logan talking with another man. His turquoise/bright blue eyes caught Kurts' eye and brought his attention to his long, shaggy and blonde hair.
At least this would single the man out from everyone else.
Kurt pocketed the photos once more then returned to his watch of the outside. He spotted an interchange sign then a road branching off along the empty terrain. Kurt looked over at the bus-driver, who didn't seem to want to stop, so Kurt had to take things into his own hands.
Just as the bus chugged past the turn-off, Kurt vanished into a cloud of blue smoke then reappeared in front of a drenched hotel. He looked around surprised at where he had landed, although he had been thinking of the hotel when he teleported. He stepped inside the hotel, baseball cap still pulled over his face and approached the reception. The receptionists' head was turned, so Kurt scanned the key hooks for Logans'. Eventually, he found the name 'L. Lancaster' on a small piece of paper above an empty hook.
Good, so he was in the hotel.
Kurt memorised the door number then took the elevator up. Not knowing what the room looked like, he had no chance of getting there; he would probably wind up somewhere completely different. The elevator music played softly, boring into Kurts' mind and causing him to hum the tune to himself quietly. He reached the floor and exited the elevator as the doors slid open. He crept along the corridor in silence, searching for the door. Soon, however, he found it, then teleported himself in after peering through the keyhole.
The room was enveloped in darkness, although the light from outside danced upon Logan Lancasters' immobile body, laying sprawled across the bed. Nightcrawler quietly approached the bed, then cleared his throat loudly.

James Howlett/Logan/Wolverine

Logan hailed a vehicle on the near-empty road, in the hope that he could find some transportation to get him to the new guy. They could have all traveled in the jet, but Professor Xavier had forced them to go their separate ways in the hope that they learn something about survival, it's not as if Logan didn't get enough of that in his life, but going solo was where he performed best.
A truck eventually pulled off of the road then slowed to a gently stop beside Logan. Logan climbed up the stairs and opened the passenger door, then hopped in.
"Where to, bud?" the truck driver asked.
Logan tossed him a piece of paper with the directions to the restaurant on it. The driver read it through several times, then placed it behind the steering wheel for future reference. Logan pulled out a cigar as they trundled along the road at a reasonable pace, then lit it with his lighter.
"Oh no, bud, not in this truck," the truck driver said.
Logan merely gave him a 'does-it-look-like-I-give-a-damn?' look, then began smoking. The truck driver shook his head then switched gears so they would go faster; Logan established that the man wasn't so keen now to have him in the truck. Fair enough for Logan, he only cared about getting his job done.

10 minutes later

The truck slowed a good distance away from the restaurant, just out of earshot. Logan tossed the driver a few notes, then closed the door. He stepped onto the sidewalk and watched the truck drive away slowly in front of him. Continuing to walk on, he lit another cigar and took in the neighborhood, thinking it might help if the Sentinels strike.
He turned down a street with one hand in his jacket pocket and the other clutching the cigar. He continued walking until he was outside the restaurant window. He peered inside and noticed a lizard type mutant sitting in the corner.
"He could at least cover himself up," Logan groaned, then pushed the entrance door open.
Logan looked around for a little bit, then approached the mutant.
"You're Chris?" he asked, in a hushed tone.

(awsome, one of my favourite characters, lol)

Someone coughed and Logan started, falling off the bed, "What the heck, who are you?" he asked, placing his hand on his knife. It was a futile gesture at best, the blade was in bad need of being sharpened and if this guy had a gun he was screwed. He tensed and felt the blades attached to his fingers shift in their 'sheaths'."

((He has a long coat covering his body from view and he's facing a corner but whatever))

Chris looked up at the new arrival "Depends who's asking. If your trying to help the Sentinels then no I'm not Chris."

Kane was sat on a random house's doorstep, a pyschic bubble preventing the rain from touching him, the water running off it onto the ground.
He looked deep in thought but he was only trying to think of where to sleep that night.
"Damn!" He cursed as he lost his concentration and the bubble collapsed, causing the heavy rain to completly drench him within a few seconds.

He ignored it and continued in thought.

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

"Logan Lancaster," Kurt said. "Put down the weapon, I mean you no harm. I must get you out of here. You are in grave danger from the humans, they will only cause you harm. They have created giant robots, larger than you can imagine. They are programmed to eliminate mutants, as we are seen as freaks and threats to them..."
Kurt looked down, remembering his harsh past that the humans had inflicted upon him. In these few seconds before Logan could talk, Kurt heard over the rain, clanking and creaking of metal.

Logan/Wolverine

Logan tapped his cigar and brushed off excess tobacco into the ashtray before him. "Sentinels? No one but the humans help them. No, I'm against the Sentinels. That's why i need to get you out of here. You've saved me an explanation of the Sentinels anyway."
He paused to smoke his cigar.
"My name is Professor Logan of the Xavier Institute. We help those with special abilities and who don't fit in with everyone else. This is a safe home, where you can walk in peace away from the Sentinels."
Logan paused once more to smoke.
"If you don't believe me, watch."
He let his claws unsheathe and stab through the cigar. The contents spilled out onto the table, where he then sheathed them again.

Quill

Quill walked quickly down the street, wanting to get this mission over and done with before the Sentinels came. His power was nigh useless against them, as he couldn't project anything at them. All he could do was act like a porcupine, which actually helped in some situations...
A group of rowdy young men came stumbling out of an alleyway and screaming in fear. Quill became more suspicious as they came running at him with weapons in hand. They appeared to be in some sort of gang, not brought up well and home to the streets. One tried to charge past him with baseball bat held high in the air. Quill saw this as an attack, so he held out his arm and pressed the spikes out. They jabbed the man in the chest as he doubled over in pain, dropping his weapon behind him with blood spilling out of tiny holes in his chest.
The rest of the men scattered across the street and onto the roads, scared more than ever. Quill ignored them then turned into the alleyway, suspecting that his target was nearby. Right enough, as he pushed further into the alleyway, he found a dead-end and a man, appearing to be relaxing with a smug smile on his face.
"Vince?" Quill called out. The man perked up. "Come with me, now."

"The Sentinals? I thought those were just rumors...besides, I'm hardly a threat to anyone- I live in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere." he said. Glancing toward the window, he opened the curtain slightly, "How fast do those things move anyway?

Kurt Wagner

"Considering their size, they can move rather fast. If we leave now, we may just miss it."
Kurt stepped out of the shadow and into the moonlight.
"My name is Kurt Wagner, and I am here to take you to the Xavier Institute. There is where you will be safe and at peace from the Sentinels. Come with me, Logan. I can teleport us there."

Jamie Madrox, Multiple Man

Jamie strolled down the quiet neighborhood with a smile on his face. The sun was shining and the heat was sweltering. Too bad he had to drop out of it to go underground and search for the new recruit for the Brotherhood. From what he had gathered, the man claimed to be "everywhere at the same time", much like himself. He had volunteered to seek out the man and bring him to the Brothe?rhood personally, whilst learning about him along the way. They could have something in common.
Jamie pulled the grille of the drain out of it's place and placed it down on the sidewalk. He sniffed the sewers' below and scowled in distaste. Nevertheless, he had to go down. There was a broken metal ladder that was rusting in places leading to the bottom, the way which he would take. Before he went thought, he duplicated himself to create a guard who would close the drain over when he was in.
He hopped in and slid down the metal ladder. It appeared that someone had tried to break it but then gave up realising it was too strong. It must have been Daniel, he man he was looking for. He began wading through the thick liquid that filled the sewer in disgust, but noticed it lessened as he progressed. Soon, he made it into a clearing where there was no liquid at all, but there was another drain on the ground which seemed to suck it in. A little house lay in the clearing, which Jamie approached and paused. He listened in, hearing the sound of a television. Surprised that it worked underground, he duplicated himself and sent one inside. He heard the whooshing of metal and an object hit flesh, and the duplicated stumbled back out. Jamie absorbed the dupe, feeling a little pain in his right leg, then stepped inside. There were spikes protruding from the walls, which then receded back in, dripping blood onto the floor. Jamies' leg stung a little as he limped into the hallway. A man sat in a chair, watching television but apparently alarmed at Jamies' entrance.
"Daniel, the 4th Wall?" Jamie asked aloud.

John Allerdyce/Pyro
John stepped out of the cab in the slummy town and looked around in distaste. He handed a note over to the cab driver and watched as it drove off. The neighborhood he found himself in was not to his liking, and he had a hard time already wondering if he should just leave now. There was a gang fight taking place outside the house he was supposed to get to, but if there was trouble he would be happy to settle it. He flicked the lid of his lighter open and approached the house. One gang member, unfortunately, noticed him and called out.
"Hey! You don't belong in this neighborhood, this is our turf" - he pointed at his gang members - "So unless you wanna get taken down, I suggest you get the f*** outta here!"
Pyro smiled and took his chance to incinerate the boy (not boy boy, but late teen boy), flicking his lighter on and casting the flame at him. The boy was thrown into the air and slammed into a house, where the fire spread over his body. He screamed in pain and began running across the streets. The rest of the boys, finding some courage, teamed up and charged at Pyro with their weapons ready. Pyro cast a larger flame at those with weapons with a high damage lever, such as machetes and bats, toasting them. The others shied away, bearing only knives or knuckle-dusters. One boy held a cigarette in his mouth, so Pyro used one of his old tricks on him; he winked at the boy and the cigarette flame increased in size and caught the boy. The rest scattered, too scared to challenge this sudden menace.
Pyro laughed hard, then shot flame at a parked and beat up car. It exploded in a ton of metalwork and rubber, debris rising into the air and crashing down onto the road. The remains of the charred car lay dead, the flames roaring and lighting up the dark street.
"Surely the guy heard that racket," John chuckled. (invitation to come outside, Pyromancer)

Brian heard the yelling right outside his building. He figured it was another gang war until he heard the sound of a lot of fire. One of the Brotherhood is known to manipulate flames. Might be worth checking out. He glanced out one of the windows and watched as one young man incinerated another with a flame that moved on its own. He smiled. He took his sweet time getting here.

He headed down to the side door near the man's smoldering remains. He slowly opened it. When no gout of flame flew at him he fully opened it and stood in the doorway. "You know, you could've simply come inside and gotten past my traps, pyro-boy. You didn't need to kill anyone. You're from the Brotherhood, right?" He smiled again. "I've been waiting."

Daniel lifted his head in surprise, "Well, What surprise do you for me now, whoever is watching?" He was suddenly behind the man. "Are you going to try to kill me too? Because that would be so much fun, right me?" There he was also, sitting back at the tv. Then he was all around the man. "Oh, oh, we always wanted to try this." He turned back to himselves. "Ready? 1, 2, 3, and...." They all turned and looked at the man and said in their creepiest voice. "Our name is Leeeeegion, for we are many."

Then most of them collapsed laughing, and one of them still stood. And spoke with a British accent "Ho, now my good man, what business do you have with me and myselves?"

John Allerdyce

John turned round after hearing the cheeky remark from behind him. There was the target, as the picture proposed, who seemed foreign but spoke in a strong American accent. He mentioned the fact that John was from the Brotherhood.
"Less of your cheek or I'll torch your a** as well, Brian," John commented. "Yeah, so I see you're expecting me. Makes my job a hell of a lot easier." He paused to look at the wreckage. "Had to be done, I'm sick of gangs.... so what's your name? And I mean your name."

Jamie Madrox

"Oh, very neat trick, 'Legion'," Jamie said sarcastically. "But I can do that too."
With saying that, he duped himself fifteen times, the many Jamies' slipping out of the original rapidly. Jamie became a little light-headed by this, but smiled.
"They call me Multiple Man. 'They' being the Brotherhood. They've asked me to ask you to join us. We understand your situation and respect it, as do I strongly. You seem to have had difficulties with the X Men in the past, but so have most of the Brotherhood. Come join us; it's an offer you can't refuse."
Jamie absorbed the dupes and looked pleadingly at Daniel.