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Post by AnT on May 12, 2013 21:15:27 GMT -5
It was a good thing his brother's foster parents were out for the week. While they took their foster son's, his brother's, mutant powers fine, he wasn't sure how they would take a alien in the house. @alex@ "Uhhh....not that I'm discriminating, bro, but uh...how long is Marvin the Martian gonna hang here?" asked his brother, while in their room. "I don't know...as long as it takes, I guess," he sighed, knowing this could cause problems. He hoped he would escape from the craziness, only found with the X-Men. But of course, the craziness followed him.
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Post by bluesy on May 26, 2013 15:28:53 GMT -5
stepping into the room. "To be correct, my name is Querl. I'm a coluan, not a Martian, though I could see the confusion I suppose, as most Martians are green." "I do appreciate the assistance, Scott. Had I been more prepared you wouldn't have to ...put up.. With me. I am told I can be trying, so I will attempt to be as little of a bother as possible."
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Post by AnT on May 26, 2013 18:00:43 GMT -5
@alex@ ".....there really are Martians?!" he gawked. Yeah, aliens....a new thing, but with everything that happened to him, Scott doesn't care about what the universe has to offer. The one thing he wanted in the universe is gone. It still felt like yesterday. Everything, since Apocalypse, did. With that threat gone, the world mostly became more skeptical about mutants. This...cult...known as the Friends of Humanity appeared, making the hate against mutants worse. They, at first, seemed to be a protest group, but they pushed their agenda too far by beating up and killing mutants, or anyone that have anything to do with mutants. Then somehow, Trask was bailed out of jail, and became head of the MRD, Mutant Reregistration Division... a little project to control mutants, made by Senator Kelly, Scott's former high school principle. It hasn't been set up until the destruction of the Xavier Institute, but Scott assumed they were responsible. And Magneto...how he had the public allow him to build a separate country for mutants, let alone make it in such a short time, he has no idea. This Genosha may seem like a paradise for mutants...a chance to flee from humans' bigitory, but Scott smells a rat. He knew Magneto wants to start a war against humans, and this city may seem like a way to build his army. Again, he doesn't know why the governments allowed this, but they are keeping an eye on him. And the X-Men....well....you know.... "Uh....think nothing of it..." he sighed, laying on his bed. The sooner they can find a way to get Querl out of the house before Alex's foster parents comes back from their business trip, the better.
Meanwhile... She just wondered when they're going to get to Hawaii.
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Post by YolkaEd on May 26, 2013 18:09:29 GMT -5
"...still on course..." Still seated, Logan just glanced outside with a small hum escaping his lips.
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Post by bluesy on May 26, 2013 22:31:54 GMT -5
"... Yes... I thought that was known, Hmmm..."
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Post by AnT on May 27, 2013 20:43:54 GMT -5
@alex@ "Uh...I think us Earthlings are kinda on the 'We're the only species in the universe' phase." he cluelessly said. People could barely handle mutants. Can you imagine what they'll do with the knowledge of aliens?! Suddenly, his cell phone beeped. With an annoyed sigh, he picked it up, preparing to delete the message.... "Rogue?" The X-Men is coming. Get yur ass over to the beach, pronto. Gritting, he typed, You guys regrouped?!
Mostly.
Srry but im not coming.
Magneto has the professor. And that made his heart skip a beat. "What?!?"
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Post by bluesy on May 27, 2013 20:47:08 GMT -5
with a slight raise of his eyebrow, Querl looked over at Scott. "Is something the matter?"
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Post by AnT on May 27, 2013 22:41:36 GMT -5
If....the professor is alive.... Quickly, he typed with sheer hope, And Jean?!
No...just the professor.... Yea...not the first time his hope was for naught....but...the professor was like a father to him. Him being alive was just as good. And if Magneto has him, then.... @alex@ "Uhhh....Scott, are you...?" he didn't like that scowl he was making. Standing up from the bed, "I'm going back to the X-Men." @alex@ "Wait, wha?!?" From what he remembered, the X-Men disbanded, and after what happened with Scott's girlfriend, he didn't want to do with them anymore.
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Post by bluesy on May 28, 2013 18:03:14 GMT -5
x-men, he'd read of them in his history texts. Granted not much was known and most information from this period had been lost to time. He was certain he'd read of them though.
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Post by AnT on May 28, 2013 18:11:28 GMT -5
Stuffing as much of his clothes as he can in a bag, "Querl, you might as well come with me. The X-Men can help you better than I could, alone." @alex@ "Scott, I thought you said you weren't-" "Things change. Speaking of which, you coming?" @alex@ "Uhh..." Rubbing his head, "I dunno. With the last year of school coming up..." With an understanding smile, he patted his brother's shoulder. "I'll call you soon." And he walked off.
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Post by bluesy on May 28, 2013 18:22:30 GMT -5
with a quick nod, Querl grabs the few things he has with him. Most of them tools, but in this time period they'd hardly look like anything familiar. "I'm ready,Scott, it was a pleasure to meet you Alex."
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Post by AnT on May 28, 2013 18:26:46 GMT -5
@alex@ "Sure, but one question before you go. Do you aliens have flying cars?" "Oy, come on..." he groaned, walking out the house.
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Post by bluesy on May 28, 2013 18:33:10 GMT -5
"Some, depends on the planet and how advanced they are." He stated it very matter of factly as he followed Scott out the door. Even in this time there were species with advanced technologies, so in truth he wasn't giving anything away.
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Post by AnT on May 28, 2013 19:08:16 GMT -5
(Timeskip) Standing on a small hill, outside the beach, he can see a black jet parked on the lone beach. The X-Jet...sure brings back memories.
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Post by bluesy on May 28, 2013 22:43:11 GMT -5
having borrowed a dark hoodie from the brothers, Querl was not entirely sure which, he kept the hood up over his head. It was long past dark, so the hood made it much more difficult to see his skin color. Looking down the hill at the blackbird, " your friends have an impressive aircraft."
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