x men

[Vixandra]

Rogue

I wandered back up front, tucking my communicator into my pocket. With a mental sigh i flipped it to vibrate with the voice muted, just in case.

Plopping into the copilot's seat I smiled at Wizard. "So where are we landing, sugah, and what exactly are we looking for?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard gestured out the window, at a small airport outside the town Jubilee was supposed to be in. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and he looked at the others, wondering if they could sense it. Maybe it was the senseless destruction, the fires and blocked roads and whatnot, but something seemed...wrong, was the only way he could think of to describe it. As the plane continued its descent, he looked out the window, hoping they didn't have to spend too much time down there.

"We're looking for Jubilee and that one guy...uh, what was his name? Wraith? We could use their help. Something tells me we're going to find trouble though."

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

I tossed my hair back, the tips just brushing my shoulders. I'd grown it out since returning from the Antarctic and it was regaining some of its waves.

"Okay, well, land the plane in hover mode onto that abandoned looking football or whatever the equivelant here is feild. That overgrown one."

I typed in a few commands, scanning the ground for dangers and, finding none, lit up a landing area in Wizard's screens, guiding him in.

Standing, I strolled over to the jump door, backpack on with the waist band snapped closed. "I'm going to go Recon, I'll be back once you're on the ground."

I pushed a button to open the door and slipped outside on to the wing with a smile. We were landing a little shakily but steady enough, I thought, closing the door and taking to the air.

My hair flew past my face as I knelt on the wing, cloaked from view by the ships cloaking mechinism. Once we passed the line of the trees that surrounded the feild I took off, running a quick circuit of the area, spotting a few men about a mile away, armed but seemingly oblivious to us.
Silently, I returned to the plane, taking advantage of the tall feild grasses and entering through a bottom hatch on the plane to report my findings.

"There's armed men out there, looks like they're waiting for something or someone."

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard set the plane down slowly, starting to shut off the engines, then thinking they might need a quick escape. He looked up as Rogue came back, and heard her mention armed men. He thought for a moment, then took out a harness he had made a few months back, and put it on. He filled the pouches with a variety of things from his backpack, including munchies, his book, some tools, and of course, the sword he had received earlier. He looked at his watch, then checked a map.

"We have about 10 miles to cover between us and the academy she's at. Though something tells me we'll meet up along the way. Also, I doubt we'll remain alone long. Everyone ready?" He looked them over, the sudden thought of what a motley crew they were entering his mind.

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

"Sugah, I was born ready," I said with a smile, making sure I could reach what I needed from my backpack. My fingers ran across a deck of cards I kept in an outside pocket, for just in case, and I wondered if Remy would show.

Part of me hoped he would show up, that we could work things out.
A smaller part hoped he wouldn't, but that was a fearful part of myself I refused to listen to. I would not run away, from him or an enemy.

"Everyone got thier communicators," I asked, pointing to the one clipped on my shoulder in example.

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard nodded, having affixed his to the shoulderstrap of his harness. He wished they had more help, but he knew they could move faster in a small group. This wasn't going to be easy, they had a lot of ground to cover and little time to do it in. Hopefully, Jubilee had seen the plane landing. He knew the difference between the Blackbird and his father's private jets, like the one they had taken. The cloaking device on the Blackbird could render it invisible to everything, but the one on his father's private jets only made it invisible to radar and the naked eye. Anyone trained in what to look for could see the solition wake of the high speed craft, and he hoped Jubilee had noticed it.

"Welcome to the jungle it get's worse here every day." He muttered under his breath, before stepping out of the aircraft, and breathed in the night air.

 

[Masume]

I'm right behind you, Cher. Welcome to Parie... Our plane leaves for Germany in a few minutes.

Huffing out a puff of cold and irritated air from her mouth. Psylocke narrowed her eyes. Hopefully he hadn’t been standing there too long, otherwise she’d have to hang herself a Cajun.

“Never thought you were the type to keep a girl waiting. So we’ve got a few minutes,” She started shoving her hands into her pockets. “Well then care to fill me in on what you know about this chaos?” Underneath the coat, she had a big gold-colored turtleneck woven out of some type of soft, fuzzy-looking wool and a pair of designer and rather tight jeans.

“This whole thing has just spun out of control. Xavier and Jean are locked away in some cell. He can’t communicate with anyone. I came out of kindergarten with more knowledge than the security watching over them. I could have busted him out right then and there. Then again, that would just cause more damage.”

 

[Jeremy Davis]

::He smiled as she started to speak, then lost his smile as she asked him what he knew.::

You know me, Cher. Never like to leave a lady waiting too long...

::As he listened to her tell him about Xavier and Jean, about them being locked up, he put his hand across her back and led her towards the gate they would be boarding on. He also sorted through the facts and attempted to decide what to tell her and what not to say.::

All I know is that dis Fantomex character is trying to start da Weapon Plus Program back up and that he is trying to capture mutants to clone their DNA to add to his weapons. I know that Rogue is heading to Germany and dat Fantomex will be there as well.

::He handed two tickets to the Lady at the gate, then walked with Psylocke as they boarded the plane and took their seats. The flight wouldn't be long, he only hoped that they wouldn't be too late.::

Cher, you wouldn't happen to have a communicator on you?

 

[Masume]

PSYLOCKE -- Boarding Airplane in Paris

Cher, you wouldn't happen to have a communicator on you?

“Honey, I am a communicator.” After a short moment they were boarding the plane, showing their tickets and looking for their seats.

“You spoke with Rogue?” She blurted. It was the first thing to pop out of her mouth and as soon as the British Butterfly uttered the words, she wanted to take them back. There were novels between the two and bringing it up was just asking for trouble. How a woman, or any living breathing creature could deny Gambit was beyond her. Whether or not she’d say that aloud was another.

Stepping onto the plane past a couple of flight attendants, she unzipped her coat and hung it over her arm, looking for their seats. She found it a few rows back, near a window. Slipping in between the narrow space she sat down, sitting on her coat. Breaking the silence, she heaved a sigh. “You know if you had cancelled the flight, I could have gotten us some first class seats.” She smiled a wicked curve of her lips drumming manicured fingers along her knees. She didn’t flaunt her money, unless the mood struck her. She had money and lots of it. She wasn’t egotistical, though her humor at times would make one think otherwise.

 

[Jeremy Davis]

::He half smiled at her comment about being a communicator; he nodded then sighed to himself. He was hoping to talk with her one more time before she actually saw him again. He couldn't tell from the radio communication how he would be received. Hell in truth he was half surprised that Psylocke hadn't given him the third degree when they got on board.

Gambit tried to hide a look of disappointment that crossed his face at Besty's next question. He swallowed hard, then cleared his voice.::

Yeah...though the transmission wasn't exactly clear. I'm not sure what she heard from my end, but all I got from her was dat She was in Munich with a team. That was all...

::His voice trailed off and he looked out the window for a moment. Her next comment caught him a bit off guard, but it did make him laugh a bit.::

You're sucha lil' rich girl, Cher. Some of us have to either steal what we want or simply steal the money to get what we want.

::With a smile of pure deviltry, he handed her back the wallet she kept her money in that should have been on her person. Sometimes the Cajun just couldn't help himself.::

 

[Masume]

You're sucha lil' rich girl, Cher. Some of us have to either steal what we want or simply steal the money to get what we want.

“I’m not about to apologize for my wealth. You can want desire and fantasize about what you want or you can get it. Work for it and earn it. I was brought up with money the silver spoon if you will. You can steal…risk your own neck by the way or work for it. Depends on what works for you. Stealing gets you nowhere…that is unless you do it right and you seem to be doing fine.” Why she deiced to defend herself was a mystery. He was kidding around, busting her hump. She knew this still; money was a trigger for her. Many assumed she simply was a spoiled brat. She may have been spoiled but she was nowhere near a brat.

Her eyes followed a flight attended as she pushed a cart of delicious looking deserts to the back; Betsy rested violet eyes on her wallet, held snuggly in Gambit’s hand.

“Pass me guitar string so I may silence a Cajun.” Snatching it from his hands, she placed back into her coat. How he was able to grab it without her knowing both disturbed and excited her. Her hands itched to smack the wicked grin off his face but she regained her composure. Well now she just had to know how he’d done it. It was like she had just seen some sort of magic trick and was convinced she had to crack the illusion.

“Bastard…” She muttered under her breath. “That was round one darling. Don’t get too cocky.”

 

[Jeremy Davis]

::The responce he got from her after handing her back her wallet was priceless and he couldn't help but laugh heartily at her words. People around them were finished taking their seats and the engines of the plane roared to life. Soon they would be in the air and on their way to meet the others. The idea brought both hope and a nervousness to him. Instead of dwelling on it, he looked at Besty.::

So what did you find out when you visited da Professor and Jean? I hope they are both alright.

::He shook his head and waved off a stewardess and she offered him a pillow for the flight, then inclined his head a bit so that Psylocke didn't have to talk that loud. All they needed was the people on the plane to get spooked about them being mutants.::

 

[Masume]

The plane finally roared to life and they were on their way. While Gambit declined a pillow, she decided to get one, positioning it behind her head. Tilting to the side so that she faced him the talk went from jokes to a more serious tone. The Professor.

“Well Xavier the man with a heart of gold and the mind of a genius is sitting in a cell feeling like a fool. It was awful, seeing him like that. I mean really awful. He explained to me that he that this all involves a mutant by the name of Fantomex. There was an attack at a market place where Fantomex was spotted wearing an X-communicator. And we both know that is incredibly exclusive to X-Men and X-Men alone. So he came to the mansion begging for help and Xavier did so. Welcoming him with open arms. You know how the Professor is…no matter what everyone deserves a helping hand. Only this time it obviously backfired.”

Psylocke closed her mouth, moving her head back upright as a stewardess came over asking them if they would like anything to eat. Psylocke polity declined, even if Gambit did want anything it could wait until later once they got their stories out in the open. Waiting until she had moved on to another person, Psylocke continued.

“Where was I…ah yes. Okay. Fantomex is a terrorist and Xavier is now on charged in relation to terrorism. Along with everyone’s favorite telepath Jean. And that’s that really. After hat I was on my way.”

 

[Jeremy Davis]

:: He listened intently as she spoke of the Professor. Sinister was telling the truth so far, Fantomex was defiantly out to get the X-men and he started big by capturing the Professor and Jean. Gambit only hoped that Fantomex wasn’t working on them as they were on their way to Germany.

He straightened as the stewardess came by and offered them something to eat. Again he waved her off politely, he was to torn up inside to even think about eating. ::

All we can do now is wait until we get to Germany and meet with the others, Hopefully one of da team leaders got away from the initial strike...They will know what to do.

:: He turned again to look out the window as the clouds rolled by. He did hope that there was someone who could lead the group. He could, but he doubted that anyone who knew what had happened in Antarctica would ever trust him again. He made himself comfortable for the flight and looked around at the passengers with them. Most of them were busy with their own lives and paid them no mind. Occasionally he would catch someone looking their way, but as soon as eye contact was made, they would look away. To be like them and be ignorant of the goings on in the world again, Gambit found himself a little envious of the normal people, even if only for a minute. ::

 

[dragonrazor]

Cable

OOC: to help things along, i'm going to have someone SPECIAL tag along

Cable had gotten on the plane, but had been slightly unnerved to see Psylocke and Gambit board as well. He didn't think they'd recognized him, but he couldn't take chances. Not with what was going to happen soon. He reviewed his to do list mentally. First was to find Wizard, and administer the cure to the Genetic Manipulator that the kid had been programmed with. Second, was to make sure the kid survived long enough to realize his full potential. He had travelled a long way from the future, and he had no intention of letting the kid die on him a second time. He watched Gambit and Psylocke out of the corner of his eye, making sure they didn't catch it, though he could swear Gambit had made him. The thief had instincts, that was certain.

He listened to their conversation with his cybernetically enhanced hearing, and realized he had only been told part of the story, unless things had changed from him coming back, which he realized was possible, even likely. Still, he didn't have much time, if he was going to save the Xmen from his future.

 

[Masume]

Psylocke relaxed in her seat, longing for a good book to read. So she watched Gambit. He was like a book. More complicated and complex but interesting all the same. Most mutants were. They all had a back-story no matter how terrible. Everyone had some sort f obstacle they were forced to encounter at one point or in some cases a few.

“You okay?” She asked quietly he’d gone all spacey on her. If he wanted some quiet time, she’d gladly give it. She knew how important that was to certain people, herself included. Stiffening up she could feel another presence. Without “accidentally” eavesdropping on the people around her. That was a price one had to pay for being a telepath. The things she heard sometimes. Enough to make ones skin crawl or skin flush to a vivid shade of red. But this wasn’t a human. This was the vibe only a mutant could give off. A familiar one at that, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Which was frustrating for the sassy Brit.

Nudging Gambit slowly in the side with her index finger, she leaned over to him. “We’re not alone…”

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

"Its not bad yet, Wizard," I whispered to the kid, taking his right flank, hovering just above the ground. Hovering, flying, none of it really cost me anything to do. It was like breathing. I'd wondered before if it had been like this for Ms Marvel but there was no one really to ask about it.

With a mental sigh, I looked around, ears alert, eyes constantly scanning the surrounding area as I followed Wizard.

 

[Jeremy Davis]

:: Betsy’s voice snapped him back to reality and he looked at her and offered her his best charming, debonair smile. ::

I'm alright Cher; just trying to wrap my mind around what all is going on. First Fantomex, then Sinister, now having to go to Germany to find out what is going on...

:: Her nudge quieted him and he followed her finger to where she pointed. It was no coincidence that Cable was aboard the plane, but what was his mission. Was he there to distract the X-men or help them with their newest problem? Seeing as his father was involved in this mess as well, Gambit highly doubted the prior, unless of course it helped change the future of the X-men somehow. He turned to Psylocke. ::

Cher, give me your X-Communicator, then why don't you go and see what our futuristic friend's plans are. Don't be too obvious about it, just chat and see what you can find out. I have a call to make.

 

[dragonrazor]

Wizard

Wizard grinned slightly, walking along with his eyes peeled for trouble. He wasn't too worried about the armed men, he was more worried about what caused so much devastation to the town. He wondered briefly if he should have asked his father for a newspaper too, then shrugged it off. Something was wrong here, but worrying about it wouldn't help. He looked back at the jet for a moment, then turned his attention to where he was stepping. He hoped to avoid coming across any dead bodies.

 

[Masume]

Cher, give me your X-Communicator, then why don't you go and see what our futuristic friend's plans are. Don't be too obvious about it, just chat and see what you can find out. I have a call to make.

“Aye, Aye Cap’n” Time to turn on the charm and play actor. Thought she was walking on thin ice here. He could very well see right through just as she could him. If in fact he was here to help there would be no problems.

“Well this is surprise.” Betsy invited herself into the empty seat next to Cable’s, flashing of her best smiles. And she had many to spare. Smoothing out the wrinkled of her jeans she eyed him for a moment.

“Business or pleasure?” She asked simply, referring to the reason why he was on this flight.

 

[dragonrazor]

Cable raised an eyebrow, looking the young woman up and down. She was a good actor, but Cable had the aid of his cybernetics to tell him that's all she was doing. Oh well, he decided he could play along, since he could still pass for his presentday self. He shrugged, then pulled off his sunglasses.

"A little of both. Have to find someone."

 

[Masume]

“Someone special? I bet she’s a blonde? I see you with a blonde?” She was just tip toeing around what she suspected was obvious. He probably knew why she was here just as she had her suspicions on why he was here.

Psylocke was many things, stupid she was not. “How long have you known?”

 

[Vixandra]

Rogue

As we moved through the grasses, our party silent, I flew up into the treeline, using them for cover while looking around and getting my bearings. A pair of binoculars from my backpack and I had a much better idea.

Groups of armed men were posted somewhat regularly in a permiter around a set of brickwalled buildings. And of course that was probalby where we were going to be going.

 

[dragonrazor]

Cable, then Wizard

Cable smiled in spite of himself. He thought of how to tell her without telling her anything that could alter the future for the worse. When he spoke, it was in a low tone to keep from worrying the people around them.

"In my time, Wizard is dead, and his death triggered an apocalypse that nearly annihilated all human life. You see, Sinister altered him. There's a bit of coding in his DNA that, upon his death, triggers the release of a nasty supervirus. If it were to get out, it would kill everything that comes into contact with it. A few survive, like Wolverine, Forge, and myself, but that's not enough. Not with the rise of the Supermutants."


Meanwhile, in Germany:

Wizard shook his head. He was crouching in the grass, watching a patrol of armed men pass by. This was definitely not a good thing. According to the scanner he took from Havok, Jubilee and Wraith were somewhere in that area, and that meant that they had guards to deal with. But something seemed wrong about the guards. It was almost as if they themselves were scared almost beyond rational thought.

 

[Jeremy Davis]

:: He took the X-com from Betsy, and then watched her go over to sit by Cable. As soon as he knew she would be alright, he turned the knob on the communicator to his old teams frequency, then pressed the transmit button. ::

Rogue, dis is Gambit again, are you there?

:: He let go of the button and waited for a reply. The soft hiss of the communicator was unnerving and his eyes drifted around to make sure that no one was around. When he was sure no one was listening he tried again. ::

Rogue...Cher, its Remy, are you listening?

:: Once again he let the button free and listened to the hiss of the communicator hoping to hear her again. ::