Borne of Legends (IC)

[Mephistophelily]

Sara Summers glanced to the photo of her father adoringly as she drove down the slightly rainy streets of New York, looking back up to check the traffic around her as she listened to the directions coming from her dash navigator.

Left at next intersection.

She had been trying so hard to follow in dad's footsteps; training every day, learning to control her powers, trying her best to become the type of leader her father had been.

*DING*

Turning the corner, she paused as she spotted the building. Well, that was easy enough. Rumor was there had been a number of 'strange occurances' at this building lately, something that Sara doubted was just coincidence.

 

[Red_Power_borg]

A young man was in an ally across a street from a building that had been reports of strage happenings. Being in New York was far different then LA. He was in the City where many super heroes lived. Tho being a former Gen X West student he was always welcome to the XMansion in the area. He wondered about his former teammate athe the Xavier School for Gifted Student West Campus. THo he was offered a slot with the Xmen when eh graduated and wanted to leave he turned it down since he wanted to try the solo thing for a while like many before him have done.

 

[VickyCummings]

Down the block

Down the block where Sara Summers was checking out, Claire was in a 7eleven down the street. She first walked the aisle checking out some magazines, before continuing down the aisle. She wasn't in there to buy something for she was flat broke; she was there to rob the place for rent money. When she made her way back to the front of the stored she held her hand out and started to let electric sparks fly from her hand threatening the cashier.

"Give me all the money in the register now!"

The frightened cashier had hit the silent alarm, but started to slowly empty out the register, hoping to keep Claire there until the cops showed up. Claire was starting to get impatient and demand the cashier move faster. Soon enough the cops started to arrive making Claire grab all the money she could before bolting out the store and took off into a dark alley knowing she could travel in dark places and hide out until the cops gave up. She didn't like doing this, but she had no other choice, well she did but she didn't like the thought of living out on the streets.

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

Samuel Strange

Sam walked through the streets of the city, not entirely sure where he was supposed to be going. He had only recently come back to New York, he had been away for a while, his father had dragged him to some sort of mystical "conference" of sorts, where the most powerful sorcerers gathered and discussed what seemed to Samuel to be the most boring things on the planet. After returning from the meeting, Sam finally decided that it was time he got out on his own, learning his own path in the universe. His father had actually understood, something that surprised Sam more than anything else. Not knowing exactly where to start out, he decided to go to New York and see what adventure was there.
Shaking his head after realizing that he was stuck in his thoughts, Sam walked slowly throught the streets, looking up as he noticed the rain coming down a bit harder. He waved his hand slightly and cast a spell, repelling hte rain so that he wouldn't get wet. "Well on the upper hand my clothes will stay dry..." Deciding getting out of the rain would still be the best idea, he made his way into the building closest to him, looking around as he did so, hoping no one strange was following him.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Five hundred bucks. Not a bad take, especially after knocking the guy out within the first 3 minutes. Laura had really hoped to toy with him for a bit longer, but after that "little girl" comment, it was hard not to just take him down.

And the first thing she was buying? A new pack of cigs. Her roomie had decided to throw out her last pack, saying it was such a health hazard for her to be smoking those. Right, like Laura really needed to worry about that. Heading to the 7-11, she paused as she saw the cop cars. Well, obviously not for HER- Something must've happened earlier. She stayed by the cop car a moment, catching bits of the story- hold up by a mutant girl. Laura shook her head, stuffing the envelope back into her pocket. Great, this was just going to add more onto the "mutants are evil" list...

"Well, shit." Stuffing the envelope back into her pocket, she decided that maybe she should go looking for this mutant... after all, it'd be better than the cops catching her. maybe Laura could talk to her before the cops went on one of their mutie-hunts.

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So what was so amazing about this building, anyways? Sara couldn't find anything that should have been causing so many concerns... Sure, the place looked rather rundown, part of the reason it was condemned a few years ago, but nothing that should make such terrible rumors.

..Then she noticed the odd source of heat on the upper floor. She was fairly certain she was the only person in there, so what was that? Curious, she started up the steps, one hand guiding along the wall while the other rested against her sunglasses, ready to take them off if needed. "This is Sara Summers of the Saints.. Identify yourself!"
No response. What the hell was that?

She came to a dead halt as the stairs came to an end, the walkway having fallen through some time ago. Then how did that get up there?

 

[VickyCummings]

Running through a couple of alleys, being sure to stay in the dark shadows, Clairie knew she could lose poilice easily. She stopped when she though she was far enough from the 7-11 to catch her breath. She pulled out the money she was able to grab and counted it. Dam 30 bucks short. She put her face into her hands and wanted to cry for she did not want to hold up another place, not tonight, but she had no choice for rent was do tomorrow and she didn't like either alternitve she had. No way was she going to sleep with the landlord for another extention and she didn't want to end up on the streets. She sighed as she was about to proceed on her way she thought she heard someting move. She backed into the shadows and remained aboslutly still, knowing that she could hide from the normal person if she remained perfectly still.

 

[Red_Power_borg]

The youngman turned adn head someoen running in the alley behind him. as he Turns around he notices Claire" YOu okay miss"he said as his costumes showed he was at one afflated with one of the many X teams.

 

[VickyCummings]

Clarie was shocked that someone noticed her. She swore she had been quiet and stayed in the shadows. She thought to herself that if she stayed still and queit that he guy would only thought he saw her and go away. She waited and hoped that he left for she didn't have time to deal with BS right now.

 

[Red_Power_borg]

"Come out I know you are there"HE said to her as a bluff sinse he couldnt see her but she didnt know that

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

Samuel looked around the building, trying to see if he could sense anyone else in the building. Something wasn't right, he knew that. Whistling calmly, he tried to get himself into a bit of a meditative trance, allowing him to sense anyone else in the area. Unfortunately, he was in no way able to calm himself enough to enter a trance, his other senses wouldn't allow it. Even though he knew it was stupid, he decided to yell out. "Hello?? Is anyone else in here?" The building made him nervous, so he ran towards the front door, leaving and taking a deep breath. The rain was still pouring down. He wrapped his cape around himself a little bit and floated into the air. After all, he was wearing nice shoes, he didn't want to ruin them.

 

[LitShark]

The Bastard

The Bastard was comfortably tucked behind a dumpster at the end of a dank ally, mulling through his “Complete Works of Shakespeare” tome when the banter of his favorite character Don John was interrupted by the churlish shout from someone on the other side of the dumpster. The Bastard did not take kindly to interruptions, least of all near the dumpster where he was first abandoned while reading his favorite work of literature.

The thin wire brimmed glasses that he wore were slowly tucked into the side pocket of his long tattered trench coat before rising to his full monstrous height of 6’7”. Turning to face the offender his eyes first caught sight of the loathsome X that adorned the man’s belt. He knew the symbol all too well as a sign of his cowardly father’s Humanophile organization: The X-Men.

“Hey Mutant!” The Bastard’s soothing and rhythmic baritone echoed down the ally. “Keep your voice down, some of us are busy feeding our minds, and have no desire to listen to you flexing your ego.”

Bastard didn’t see who this cur could have been shouting at, but his belt-buckle alone was enough to earn him the ire of The Bastard.

“I wonder that thou, being, as thou say’st thou art, born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide what I am:” The Bastard was walking toward the offending X-Man quoting the bard, he was already inside the man’s head, slowing his reaction and dulling his senses so that his words were all he could focus on. “I must be sad when I have cause and smile at no man’s jests, eat when I have stomach and wait for no man’s leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and tend on no man’s business, laugh when I am merry and claw at no man’s humor.”

By now the Bastard was running at the man, the distance between them was cleared in a long leap, his long blue hair flailing out behind him. A solid knee was delivered to the fellow mutant’s chest sending him flying all the way out of the alley to the sidewalk.

“I needs be going now.” The Bastard said to the girl he could not see but sensed behind himself. He made no attempt to turn or face her as she chose to remain hidden. “If you wish to remain here I’ll take my leave, or you may escape with me, either way that man will be in a particularly foul mood by the time he gets up.”

 

[Red_Power_borg]

The Man tooking the hit from the Basturd get up"Ancient Elements hear my call Water"He says as he channels the Mystic Element of Water sending a volly of water blasts at the man that assulted him.

 

[poohlive]

Mark had to admit, he liked the new suit. Faded navy, they called the color. It matched his eyes, comlimenting them nicely. He never thought before that the suit made the man until he looked at himself in the mirror.

Sharp tie, good coat, perfectly ironed pants and even shoes which made him blink twice at. It was a suit to end all suits, a fantastic design of both merit and fashion.

He wrotei t now, going out to the lesser parts of town. Donny wanted to make a few stops, which didn't mind Mark any. He liked the looks he was getting, adored by some of the women, even some of the men. It looked great, compliments all around.

Inside one of the local stops, a chinese couple seemed to be arguing about something. He watched them fighting, unsure what they were saying. It sounded harsh though, yet chinese itself sounded harsh. He wondered if even giving a compliment about his suit might come off like they were trying to spit on him.

Donny shook his head, "It's now 3 hundred."

Really? Price has gone up since last time. Inflation, even the protection racket has inflation. Mark didn't mind, he just did as he was told, and wonderful things kept coming to him. He had a car now, a porsche, hot running fiery red porsche, with his incredible blue suit. Women pouring in from everywhere, drugs, parties, anything and everything Mark has ever wanted he got.

The chinese man opened the register, but the woman shut it just as quickly, going off on another tangent of chings, changs and chongs.

Finally Donny turned to Mark, "I think the woman needs some convincing."

Mark twirled his finger just once. All he had to do was once, and the flow of air came to him. He saw it, the motion from the air conditioner, the breath everyone took into their lungs. He grabbed a few strands, pulling them to the old chinese woman.

He picked her up. She started screaming, as the man did as well. He was begging, as his hands grabbed for the cash register, pulling out money to give. She was upside down, every part of her flailing save for one ankle, some invisible hand grabbing it tight.

When Donny felt happy about the wad of cash in his hands, he nodded, and Mark set the girl back down on her feet. Both of them had stopped arguing, now huddled in what looked like fear. Mark didn't know, or care.

"Good, let's get going, two more stops."

Mark nodded, leaving the old laundry shop.

 

[LitShark]

A Plain-Dealing Villain

Blasts of super cold water rocked The Bastard’s solid frame. Each blast of water seemed to carry the force of a fire-hose, perhaps even more. The Bastard lifted the arm not cradling his precious tome to block a few of the blasts, but most of them thudded into his muscular frame causing his well worn boots to slide backward across the damp pavement slightly.

After the onslaught subsided The Bastard snarled in primal anger. He was ready to flee the scene only a moment ago, but now this “X-Man” had done something unforgivable. The Bastard’s precious “Complete Works” had gotten wet.

“Hold this if you please m’lady.” The Bastard said, handing the thick book off to the girl in the shadows. “It’s precious to me.”

The Bastard now turned his head from one side to the other cracking his neck loudly. His eyes captured those of the soft spoken “Hero” and he probed the man’s mind aggressively now.

“I’d rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in His grace, and it better fits my blood to be disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob love from any.” The Bastard had X’y transfixed once again, the last blow had been a warning but now, in the midst of “John the Bastard’s” most famous speech the thirst for blood had again returned. “In this, though I cannot be said to be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking. In the meantime let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.”

WHAM!!!

The Bastard’s knee provided a decided exclamation mark onto this Elemental fool’s face, sending him stumbling to the left. His huge left hand then gripped the man’s face and slammed the back of his head against the brick wall beside them hard enough to chip the brick.

Just in case the brutal physical assault on his head wasn’t enough to leave it ringing, The Bastard thundered a telepathic mind assault at the man, causing his only thought to be of unimaginable, screaming pain inside his skull.

 

[VickyCummings]

Claire was shocked at the scene unfolding before her. She watched as two men begain to brawl right in front of her. The thing that also shocked her was they both seemed to know that she was there, that she was hiding in the shadows. Was she slipping up, was she losing her touch. She was even more shocked when the taller man reached into the shadows and handed her a book for her to hold so it wouldn't get ruined in the scuffle. Great that's all she needed was two men fighting in the alley, where she was trying to hide from police. She was for sure they were going to attract attention cause she swore she was the smaller man with an X on his belt shoot icicles at the bigger man. She didn't know what either man wanted but she remained still and queit and just observed for now as the two of them fought.

 

[Trombonus]

James Stark

James was bored. He lived a life of luxury, mooching off his father's fortune, buying whatever he wanted, but still, it wasn't enough. He needed some excitement. Some adventure. He turned on the police monitor, hoping for something, anything to happen.

*...We have a reported robbery...*

"Sounds promising..."

*...a fight has broken out between two unknown mutants...*

"Now that sounds fun! Time to suit up!"

James headed for the vault, eager to get going. He entered the large room surrounded by all his suits of armor, passed onto him from his father. He activated the computer program, loaded his favorite armor and stood ready to recieve it. He suited up, and Heavy Metal was ready to go. The sky roof opened up, and Heavy Metal took off, heading in the direction of the disturbance.

 

[LitShark]

The filthy mutant was stunned , but so too was the girl in the shadows. The Bastard calmly walked back to retrieve his precious book.

"Thank you for keeping it safe." He said in his calm, soothing baritone. "Last chance, do you want to get out of here?"

The Bastard wasn't sure why, but he couldn't bring himself to really probe her mind, but he sensed her power and nervousness easily. To him it was nothing to spring upward to the rooftops and be miles away in seconds, but the sounds of sirens were growing closer and he wasn't in the mood for a massacre.

His fingertips gently grazed the back of her hand as he retrieved his book.

"Strictly for your information, you might do better at hiding in darkness with your white hair hidden and those striking eyes closed." He advised.

Maybe it was her eyes that persuaded The Bastard to show her kindness. Those glowing white eyes reminded him of some latent memory that he refused to allow himself to indulge.

 

[VickyCummings]

Clarie just stared at the huge man as he retrieved his book. At first she was resentfull that he had found her and even pointed out flaws in her plan. She normaly would have given him a good shock and ran for her life, but something was different. She saw his impressive size and thought to take his offer in joining him in escape.

"Please let me come with you, I need a place to stay. I promise I won't be any trouble."

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

As he flew over some of the streets, trying to find something of interest to do. All at once, he felt something happening close by. He didn't just hear it - he felt in ways that most people that weren't attuned to the mystical arts wouldn't be able to. There were...vibrations...in the air that he could feel. Most likely, this was just some sort of fight between two homeless people. But, hey, it might lighten up the evening. When he found the fight however, Sam was amazed by what he was seeing. Clearly this was something special, two people with extraordinary abilities. As the fight drew to a close Sam let himself float down to the one holding the book. "Well I must say that was one impressive display...but do you mind my asking what's so important about this book?" Samuel tried to keep his face hidden in the shadows - the last thing he wanted was for this man to recognize him and call him Kid Strange - he was still angry at his father for callign him that when he started his mystical career. "And why exactly did you feel the need to punish that man? I can't really figure out what he did."

 

[LitShark]

It was a rare thing to see, but The Bastard smiled at the young mutant’s response. Unfortunately someone new was pestering them.

"The book is special because it is mine. The young man there had to be punished because he was seeking to destroy something of mine. If you wish to escape your own punishment you will mind your own business." The Bastard answered the man who sought to inquire of him before turning his attention back to the girl in the shadows.

“Liberty is the only thing you can’t have unless you give it to others- William Allen White.” The Bastard smirked as he led the girl out of the shadows by the hand. “Be sure to hold on tight.”

The Bastard draped the young girl’s arms over his broad shoulders. Once he was confident that she had a firm grip he leapt from the ground. His foot hit one wall first, launching him upward toward the other wall, where he repeated the action and landed on the roof of the high-rise that made one wall of the alley. The Bastard then took off in a dead sprint, using his hands and feet to gallop like a beast over the rooftop.

Effortlessly he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, gaining huge chunks of distance between him and the scene of the brawl.

“So, what are you running from m’dear? If you don’t mind me asking.”

 

[Trombonus]

Heavy Meatl approached the area where the fight was supposed to have taken place. There was no fighting, but a man was lying on the floor and another man was standing nearby.

"Hey, you wanna tell me what the hell happened here?"

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

Samuel turned to the newcomer, smiling warmly and bowing slightly. "I wish I could tell you, but I've just gotten here myself and really have no idea." As he looked at the man who had just appeared, he was slightly surprised. He had heard stories of Iron Man and his armor, but he had never seen anything like it actually put into use. Samuel couldn't decide if he was impressed or not - he had always used magic instead of technology, and seeing it being put to good use was somethign new to him. He shook the idea out of his head. "Evidently our friend here..." he motioned to the man who jumped up to the rooftops "...seems to want his privacy. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to allow him to have that or not." A devilish grin came to his face and he left the shadows, holding his hand out to Heavy Metal. "Name's Samuel Strange..."

 

[Trombonus]

Samuel turned to the newcomer, smiling warmly and bowing slightly. "I wish I could tell you, but I've just gotten here myself and really have no idea." As he looked at the man who had just appeared, he was slightly surprised. He had heard stories of Iron Man and his armor, but he had never seen anything like it actually put into use. Samuel couldn't decide if he was impressed or not - he had always used magic instead of technology, and seeing it being put to good use was somethign new to him. He shook the idea out of his head. "Evidently our friend here..." he motioned to the man who jumped up to the rooftops "...seems to want his privacy. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to allow him to have that or not." A devilish grin came to his face and he left the shadows, holding his hand out to Heavy Metal. "Name's Samuel Strange..."

"Heavy Metal. Good to meet you. Well, I hate to run on you, but my scanners are picking up two people high tailing it away from here, and odds are one of them's the thief. I gotta catch up with them before they get away."

Heavy Metal was about to fly off after them when something dawned on him.

"Wait...Samuel Strange? As Dr. Strange's son? If that's true, then having you along would be a great help. What do you say? Wanna help me catch these two?"

 

[IXIHawkeyeIXI]

"Heavy Metal. Good to meet you. Well, I hate to run on you, but my scanners are picking up two people high tailing it away from here, and odds are one of them's the thief. I gotta catch up with them before they get away."

Heavy Metal was about to fly off after them when something dawned on him.

"Wait...Samuel Strange? As Dr. Strange's son? If that's true, then having you along would be a great help. What do you say? Wanna help me catch these two?"

Samuel thought about it for a moment, not saying anything. Happy that the man hadn't called him "Kid Strange" he decided to join him for a while. "Well...normally I dont' stoop to this kind of thing -petty robbery and such...but it's been a very boring evening and I'm dying for some excitement." He looked to the man in the alley who still appeared to be on the ground. "What do you think - should we just leave him here and come back for him or what? First aid isn't exactly my area of expertise y'know..."

 

[VickyCummings]

It was a rare thing to see, but The Bastard smiled at the young mutant’s response. Unfortunately someone new was pestering them.

"The book is special because it is mine. The young man there had to be punished because he was seeking to destroy something of mine. If you wish to escape your own punishment you will mind your own business." The Bastard answered the man who sought to inquire of him before turning his attention back to the girl in the shadows.

“Liberty is the only thing you can’t have unless you give it to others- William Allen White.” The Bastard smirked as he led the girl out of the shadows by the hand. “Be sure to hold on tight.”

The Bastard draped the young girl’s arms over his broad shoulders. Once he was confident that she had a firm grip he leapt from the ground. His foot hit one wall first, launching him upward toward the other wall, where he repeated the action and landed on the roof of the high-rise that made one wall of the alley. The Bastard then took off in a dead sprint, using his hands and feet to gallop like a beast over the rooftop.

Effortlessly he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, gaining huge chunks of distance between him and the scene of the brawl.

“So, what are you running from m’dear? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Clarie held her arms tight around the big man's neck as he ran across the roof tops, making inhuman leaps as he does. She is amazed at his abilities. She held as tight as she could. Then she heard question. She was hestate to answer his question.

"I rather not answer that right now. Just say I'm in a tight spot and made some bad decsions."