X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread
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				Title: <strong>X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 11:26:41</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread<br></strong></span></span></div><br><br>This is the world events thread for the group game X-Men: American Civil War. It is exclusively for GM's to post events happening in the world outside of the school using various NPC's.<br><br><strong>Current Time Period:</strong> 1st - 7th September 2017<br><br><strong>Post format:</strong><br><br><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200)</div><strong>Name:</strong> (Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)<br><strong>Location:</strong> (Where are they?)<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> (At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> (What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)<br><strong>Content:</strong> (What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. Don't post smut outside of the specific thread.)<br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[hr]<br>[floatleft][img height=200]https://placeholdit.imgix.net/~text?txtsize=14&amp;txt=150%C3%97200&amp;w=150&amp;h=200[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Name:[/b] (Either 'Superhero' name or human name, up to you)<br>[b]Location:[/b] (Where are they?)<br>[b]Date/Time:[/b] (At least the date, preferably a rough time of day too)<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] (What characters are you speaking with or mentioning)<br>[b]Content:[/b] (What's happening? Use this to include any warnings for touchy/sensitive subjects please. Don't post smut outside of the specific thread.)<br>[hr]</code></pre><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">OOC Thread Links:</span></strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Recruitment Thread</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261698.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">OOC Chat</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261903.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wanted Adds</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262276.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">X-Men Character Sheets (PC's)</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brotherhood of Mutants Character sheets (NPC's)</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261921.0)</div><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Worldbuilding Thread</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261694.msg12908401#msg12908401)</div></div></div></div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>IC Thread Links:</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Hub Thread</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262224.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The X-Mansion</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262264.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Student Dormitories and Teacher's Rooms</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262267.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The X-Mansion Grounds</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262268.0)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Academic Classrooms</span></strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262269.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Mutant Studies Classes</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262270.0)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>X-Mansion Sub Basement</strong></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262271.0)<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Smut Thread</span></strong> &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=262272.0)</div></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 22:51:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/d120e1ea30ba5ac58b86fe23e0c9f1c2/tumblr_ofb6vc5FG81swwx3co6_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ambassador Edwards <br><strong>Location:</strong> Countryside of Pennsylvania <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Magneto, Vanisher<br><strong>Content:</strong> Driving, stressing herself<br><hr><br>Valerie bombed through the countryside at a particularly excessive, and outright careless, pace. She had little time to consider her personal safety at the moment and even if she did the conclusion she'd be better off crashed into a tree than anywhere near Magneto right now was an inevitable one. The man had threatened to harm her more than enough times that she'd become used to her own mortality hanging in the balance. It was for this reason she never let anyone at all close to her, having little close family and no meaningful relationships. She knew very well that she was likely to be a warning shot chalked up in a few history books and mostly forgotten about. One day Magneto would snap, and she would be a victim. And it was just her luck the people above her saw fit to continually push the man before sending her to try calming him down.<br><br>Having seen first hand the Brotherhood, and spoken to far more of their members than most, she had little to no real faith in the governments ideas of stopping them. It would only take a handful of the mutants to tear apart America, and the forces Magneto had might not even be within their grasp. And so she saw antagonizing him as a very poor idea. The way Salvation had been displayed was an impressive show of force, but it would do little more than inspire hatred and fear. Mutants would hate and fear this new tool of their oppression. Humans would feel more justified in their hate and fear of mutants as their government proved they needed containing and controlling. <br><br>She didn't even have an official meeting with Magneto planned, instead just heading towards his base of operations. Sooner or later the Witch or Mastermind would find her, and Magneto would make it very clear if he wanted to speak with her. No matter how intimidating she found several of the other members, from the animalistic Sabretooth to the titanic Juggernaut, none would ever scare her the way Magneto did. His authority, presence and power were undeniable. <br><br>In an instant the car lurched to a halt. She smelt burning hot ozone. The wheels spun, and the accelerator was to the ground, but the entire car was pinned helplessly in place. Valerie's stomach sank to the floor as she looked up. In her rear-view mirror she could see Magneto and Vanisher sitting in the back of her car. She stayed still, refusing to give in to her own natural fear. As she sat there she felt the accelerator fight back against her foot, pushing itself up and stopping the wheels spinning. And then her car lifted effortlessly from the floor, hovering at around ten feet in the air and moving away from the road, eventually setting itself down just slightly out of easy view of other passing cars. She stammered slightly as she spoke, her usual confidence being tempered by a natural uncertainty, although quickly she accepted the danger and spoke as she ordinarily would. <br><br><strong>"M..Magneto. I was hoping to talk." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>08-02-2017, 23:39:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.mckellen.com/images/3270.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Magneto<br><strong>Location:</strong> The back of Ambassador Edward's car<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ambassador Edwards<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making threats<br><hr><br>Magneto stood tall and proud in his armour. The only other person in the dim, dull room was the ever valuable Vanisher. Mastermind had already found the Ambassador and now it was only up to his teleporting brother to find her. Outwardly he was a picture of calm, controlled command. But inside Magneto seethed with rage. He had done for a day now, ever since the Salvation incident. A hateful act of desperate, terrified cowards. The government were nothing better than sheltered and afraid humans unwilling to accept their fate. The day of homo sapiens was already over, all that was left for them to do was bow out with grace. He outstretched a gloved hand to Vanisher as soon as he was given a short nod. <br><br>There was no fuss, or sensation, when the Vanisher worked. One second he was standing in that dim room and then before he could notice a thing he was in the back of a four door saloon hurtling through the countryside. In order to avoid a panicked car accident Magneto gave nothing more than a brief thought. The car came to a dead halt in an instant, causing the Ambassador and Vanisher to swing forward in their seats with the momentum. He heard the startled breath of the Ambassador, but was generally impressed with her stoic nature. Of all humans, he had to give credit to her bravery. <br><br>Without a single motion the cars now useless wheels ground to a halt, the accelerator raising itself and locking off. And then, through invisible magnetism, the car itself left the ground. Magneto felt the slight rush in the power, and a part of himself wanted to see that power pushed and expanded against those who fought the future. But for now he would show restraint and mercy. Eventually the car smoothly came to a rest just to the side of the road, carefully out of clear view of any passers by. It was at this point the Ambassador stuttered out her words of hope. Of course she had wanted to talk. Somebody had to run back to the cowards to tell them that their days were numbered. Likewise somebody had to make a poor, pre-written excuse for their behaviour. <br><br><strong>"You want to talk, Ambassador? It is a pity that the men you work for lack the time for words. Actions, as we all know, speak louder. And your Government could not have been clearer in the message they sent to me. I am to fear them, and their power. Lay down my arms and come with my head hung low in shame for my actions. This is a new arms race, and one that they will win at any cost."</strong><br><br>Magneto spoke slowly, with a great deal of deliberation and gravitas. There was a deep seated, decades old anger in his words. His rage was born of his childhood. As a boy he had been the powerless victim of a tyrannical regime, and no longer would the segregated and outcast be the victims of the masses. When he began speaking again it was with renewed vigor and force. Each word was emphasised by the car creaking and groaning, his emotions pushing his power a little and causing the metal to bend and strain. <br><br><strong>"My actions will speaker louder than any words you could wish for. I will show your leaders and your people myself that this is a war that you cannot hope to win. Battling the future is not within the realms of any weapon. But please, Ambassador. Say what your coward tyrants have demanded you say."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>09-02-2017, 22:45:10</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/d120e1ea30ba5ac58b86fe23e0c9f1c2/tumblr_ofb6vc5FG81swwx3co6_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ambassador Edwards <br><strong>Location:</strong> Countryside of Pennsylvania <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Magneto, Vanisher<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trapped and afraid<br><hr><br>Valerie breathed heavily while Magneto spoke. His words were an inevitability, but his speech was clearly a threat. No matter how well she had known what was coming it was not easy to listen to. For once her ordinarily stoic demeanor was wavering. She'd fought so fucking hard to try and prevent this. And now the government and Magneto were on the edge of tossing it all aside. She knew full well people would die for what Salvation did. But then how could she blame that man, he was a soldier following orders. Director Charleston definitely had far too much faith in Stryker and Weapon-X. Everything they'd done had been a catastrophe, and she could hardly bear to be in a room with Stryker's angry, hateful bigotry. <br><br>Then again it was a challenge to be in the back of this car with Magneto, he was little better. Cold, calculating and logical. His actions were born of a strong heart and powerful emotions, but the way he portrayed himself to her was terrifying. This iron fisted man would be no less of a dictator than the Government he so readily decried. There was definitely no chance of him showing mercy in taking reparations for the governments aggression. But right now she had a job to do, and that was trying to minimise Magneto's response.<br><br><strong>"Magneto, this was not a message sent to you. Nobody wanted to threaten you. And nobody is expecting that you would lay down and surrender. But, I understand your views. I even think I would feel the exact same way if we were to switch paces. And so I will not insult your intelligence by suggesting that you should surrender, or that you do not deserve the right to seek vengeance."</strong><br><br>She took a few more brief, steady breaths. Each second she was preparing herself for a shard of steel to tear itself away from her car and spear her where she sat. She couldn't even bring herself to turn and face the men sitting so close behind her. <br><br><strong>"The only thing I have been asked to request is that you consider your actions in your response. Please do not harm civilians. If you wish to stage a war, our Government do not want the homes and streets of the innocent to be the battlefield. Of course they don't hope for death, but they are not arrogant enough to expect no retribution from your Brotherhood. If you would be willing to speak to Director Charleston, or even the President himself, they will listen to your words." </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>11-02-2017, 18:44:25</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.mckellen.com/images/3270.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Magneto<br><strong>Location:</strong> The back of Ambassador Edward's car<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ambassador Edwards<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making threats<br><hr><br>Magneto listened to each word she spoke steadily, taking them in. Some kind of moral high ground, it appeared. Implying he was a psychopath who would see out the innocent as targets. Of course they had been harmed in his campaign, but that was the cost of war. He was doing what was absolutely necessary and any unfortunates who were cast aside on his road to victory were a price he would survive paying. But her asking for peace talks did nothing to impress him. He shook his head slowly. <br><br><strong>"No, Ambassador. I will not speak with your leaders. Their actions speak perfectly loudly and nothing will be gained from that talk. But I respect your intentions to leave innocents be, no matter how poor your own leadership have been at adhering to that in their own wars. But people will die, and as much as I will try to keep it to those who deserve it, anybody who stands in front of me or my Brotherhood is laying down their life."</strong><br><br>Magneto fell briefly silent, debating the nature of their brief talk. It could hardly be termed any kind of true meeting. He could not even threaten her with an ultimatum, as it was too far gone and retribution had now become inevitable. He rested his hand on Vanisher's lightly, ready to depart at a moments notice. <br><br><strong>"Do your Government have any more words for me, Ambassador?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>18-02-2017, 21:33:37</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/d120e1ea30ba5ac58b86fe23e0c9f1c2/tumblr_ofb6vc5FG81swwx3co6_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ambassador Edwards <br><strong>Location:</strong> Countryside of Pennsylvania <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 5th September, Mid-Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Magneto, Vanisher<br><strong>Content:</strong> Trapped and afraid<br><hr><br>Valerie had not expected anything else as an answer, but at least she had a firm and clear statement. Eric had never been one to intentionally butcher the innocent, but he was not above going through those who didn't deserve it if his hand was forced. And he was right, the Government had already harmed far more than their share of innocents in this conflict. Rumours of the mutant death tolls in Riker's island were haunting to say the least. Valerie slowly shook her head.<br><br><strong>"No, Magneto. Requesting peace talks and asking for care around civilians were the only real goals. I have my answers, and I have your word that you will keep your vengeance to those who deserve it. I can only say that I appreciate your honesty as always, and I hope we can find a route to peace." </strong><br><br>She fell silent and didn't move a muscle. She had nothing left to say or do but hope Eric would leave peacefully. She fought her hardest to maintain a brave image when she felt his powers kick up again, lifting her car effortlessly back to it's former position on the road. And then she felt the accelerator come unstuck, starting the car and beginning to drive in case other cars came along the road. There wasn't a single sound when the two terrifying men in the backseat left, but she could feel it. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, then focused on the next place to park up and make some calls. The next few days would be hell, and that was before Eric's retribution happened.<br><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>-Scene End-</strong></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>05-03-2017, 02:09:24</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://68.media.tumblr.com/325f4ad9f15014754e2adb0f9e335c4f/tumblr_nycd0ttvBu1swwx3co4_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Robert Kelly<br><strong>Location:</strong> In a convoy, Kansas<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 8th, late afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Magneto, Vanisher<br><strong>Content:</strong> Driving, feeling nervous, panicking <br><hr><br>Senator Kelly was almost painfully nervous as the limo he was in rolled over the bridge to head down onto the interstate highway. They had four police cars with them, and all his security was armed. The threat of Magneto's retribution hung over him like a sword. And there was nothing he, or anyone else, could really do. He knew full well that guns or armour were no real defense. He shivered and shook his head. No. Someone else would suffer the consequences. Director Charleston maybe. He didn't much care, as long as it was someone else. <br><br>He needed to be around. To run for presidency and control the mutants. Otherwise they would run wild and destroy everything that makes this nation great. No. He couldn't afford to die now, it was too soon. Too many more laws needed passing for control and security. The security men in the back gave him a bit of security. They were big men. But Robert himself stayed dead silent and just kept in his own mind. Security levels were flying up the longer it went between the Salvation incident and Magneto's inevitable retribution.<br><br>As the convoy rolled over the bridge Robert heard a panicked voice over the radio. The car ground to a halt, as did the ones behind them and in front. He started panicking immediately. The driver stamped down on the accelerator but nothing happened at all. As the men beside him loaded their weapons he felt the pull. A sudden, violent tug. Like a wall of force around him. Their weapons were yanked from their hands. And then the sound of horrific, screeching metal. Robert couldn't help nervously looking over his shoulder, only to see what he feared. The two police cars behind them had crumpled into wrecks, crushing the drivers and all the passengers. Not even a chance of fighting back. Then the two cars in front of him, crushed by an invisible force in the exact same way.<br><br>Eventually Robert looked dead ahead and saw a single figure standing in the center of the road. He silently prayed for any miracle, but he knew who it was. Magneto stood tall and confident, fully adorned in his armour. He had a look of perfect calm on his face as the metal of the police cars finally crumpled into orbs only about three feet across. Blood dripped from the crumpled metal. Robert shivered, beginning to incoherently yell at his men to kill the attacker. But inevitably Magneto simply raised his palm. The right side of the limo crumpled down smoothly, killing the passengers in an instant. In the same second the metal of the roof crashed down on the driver, leaving Robert isolated in the back of the car. He knew Magneto was approaching, beginning to shake uncontrollably before he saw the door tear itself away like nothing. It scattered across the road and he stumbled out. Before he could even take a step the metal of the door whipped away, tearing off a smooth strip. It hit Robert in the ankles, hard, and knocked him to the floor. He yelped in pain as it wrapped around his skin and trapped him there on the floor. All he could do was struggle to look up, to at least look as his assailant.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-Men: American Civil War - World Events Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Totoro</strong> on <strong>01-04-2017, 00:45:24</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://www.mckellen.com/images/3270.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Magneto<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kansas <br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> Monday 8th, Late afternoon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Robert Kelly<br><strong>Content:</strong> Murder, contains graphic descriptions of broken bone, pierced skin and death. (Seriously pretty graphic, you've been warned.) <br><hr><br>Magneto walked along the road in dead silence. He didn't blink or flinch as he marched with one palm raised in front of him. The crushed remnants of the cars, and the federal officers who'd been inside, rolled across the road. Tiny pieces fell across the floor. Eric didn't smile, as he took no pleasure in this. He was merely doing what he knew had to be done. The time for words was long gone and the price of hateful deeds was a high one. <br><br><strong>"Senator Kelly."</strong><br><br>His well spoken, calm voice echoed out in the dead silence of the wreckage. Not a single man had got free from the cars, Magneto had been incredibly precise in his assault. Kelly would face him alone and show himself for the coward he was. <br><br>Magneto's firm pace took him to the car he knew Kelly was cowering inside. He slowly looked down and flicked his palm. In an instant the piece of metal wrapped around the Senator's ankle yanked him violently through the gap where the door had been. Robert felt a searing pain as his ankle almost immediately gave way at the sudden force, and then a brief second of weightlessness as he flew through the air. He came to a heavy landing on his back on the side of the bridge, propped up against the side. The impact itself had injured his back. Probably cracked bone. He shuddered violently and breathed heavily, gasping in pain and shock. Magneto meanwhile remained as calm as ever. <br><br><strong>"You are the face of hatred, Senator. The voice screaming for the oppression of my people. And eventually you would be the hand that executes them."<br></strong><br>As Eric spoke he kept his hand up, and almost naturally in a snake like motion the metal barrier at the side of the motorway pulled itself apart, snaking down to wrap around the Senator's wrists. He was pulled up into a sitting position with his arms outstretched to his sides. And then, steadily, the metal wrappings rose him up and off his feet to hang in the air. <br><br><strong>"Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm wrong, Robert."<br></strong><br>The steel grips tightened, fracturing the trapped Senator's wrists. The man could only muster a whimper, and barely managed to raise his head level. His eyes met Eric's and his fear was redoubled. Through it all Eric was unblinking and unphased. The fire burning in Eric's eyes caused Robert's stomach to sink even lower. <br><br><strong>"Tell me Robert!"</strong> For the first time Magneto's voice rose, despite his age there was an aggression to his words and a fight to him that was unnerving to behold. <br><br>One of the pieces of railing that had been pulled apart to create the bonds pulled back a little, behind Robert. It was about a foot long and steel, with a sheared off and jagged tip to it. Magneto stared right at Robert and watched his eyes as the spike jolted forwards. Only a few short feet to travel but the force Magneto imparted it was more than enough, and it easily bit deep into the Senator's thigh. He screamed this time, the sound of a wounded animal. Only when the spike was just short of shattering the bone in his thigh did it stop. <br><br><strong>"Tell me you wouldn't kill me if you were in my shoes? Tell me you wouldn't kill Charles? My former friends? They despise me, hate me even, for doing this. But it is your hate that proved me right."</strong><br><br>In a nearly exact repetition of the last torturous motion Magneto clenched his fist, letting another steel shard embed itself in Robert's other leg. At this point the blood loss from his legs, ankle and even some from his wrists was becoming pronounced and the man was severely light headed. <br><br><strong>"Now, Senator Kelly, you know how the thousands you terrorise feel. Hopeless. Afraid. Pained. They are bludgeoned in the street. Tortured in your laboratories. Locked away to die in secret in your prisons. You do all of this because you fear us. Do not understand us. And so you seek control. Now perhaps you feel justified in your fear. The fear you instill in my people is a drop compared to the ocean that will sweep away your kind. We are the future of this earth. And you, Senator Kelly, are not a part of that future."</strong><br><br>Finally the largest shard of metal, nearly six feet long, pressed itself to the back of the Senator's upper chest just between the shoulder blades. Eric looked Robert in the eyes for the last time, a moment given for Robert to make any peace he could find. And then, after only a few seconds, Eric clenched his fist. The rough metal jolted forwards impossibly quickly, stopping after only a second of motion it still impaled the Senator. The bands holding his wrists collapsed and he was then hauled into the air by the spike that impaled him. Eventually it found a resting place in the center of the huge car crash, driving itself within the concrete of the road and hanging there. The Senator's life had quickly ended when the spike pierced his chest, and he was only limp now. A bloody and graphically wounded show of anger. <br><br>Eric took a moment to look at the destruction he had wrought. Not for a single second did doubt enter his mind. If he relived this day a thousand times he would not find an action out of place. Of course it was dark, and even terrible to behold. But objectively understanding that did not make him second guess himself. Seven years ago he'd second guessed his path when he let Charles live. But not anymore. Recent events had only continued to prove his actions were necessary. He walked on, back across the bridge and past the Senator. Soon enough he found Vanisher and outstretched his hand. In a fraction of a second the other man was in front of him, grabbing the outstretched hand, and then before the second was out there was no trace of either save for the destruction. In the distance police car's tires screeched as they raced to the incident. But it was far too late to do anything but clear away the destruction. There was no doubt news helicopters would be in rapid pursuit, ready to spread the dark news.
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