X-men Survivors (Hyacinth and Arkaniel)
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				Title: <strong>X-men Survivors (Hyacinth and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 18:59:00</strong>
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				Light rain fell over the small crowd of people gathered around the hollow holes in the ground. No sun shone today since emotions were heavy with sadness. They had chosen a spot close to the mansion which was now in ruins from the attack earlier in the day. With the mansion in ruins, Storm and Logan had been forced to find a new place to shelter all of them safely away from prying eyes. Many of the students were scared to be back at the mansion since they felt that it would still be under heavy surveillance. Storm had made sure to scot the area through the air to look for any potential military hiding in the wilderness that surrounded the mansion. The decision was made to have the funeral here because this is where all their fond memories were created.<br><br><em>If anyone dare disrupt this funeral</em>, Storm thought as she looked around while scooting. <em>They will regret the day they ever found out mutants existed</em>. Strains of lighting surged from her hand as she fought to control her emotions.<br><br>Those that had passed would want to be buried next to the mansion since it was all they had known for so many years. Familiar faces of students and teachers had tears running down their faces. No one was hysterical because now was not the time to lost focus. Losing concentration would only cause more of them to die. Their most beloved leader, Xavier, had died in the battle to retrieve the cure scientist had imprisoned on a small island not far from New York. They had lost many other comrades on Alcatraz Island. The only teachers left for the students to follow were Storm and Logan. Storm looked over at Logan unsure if he would be willing to speak since Jean Grey was especially close to him. <br><br>Storm walked over to the center of the group looking at each face. All of their faces displayed the same emotions sadness, fear, anger, and confusion. All of their lives had been turned upside down these past few days. Storm took a deep breath before addressing them, “Here lies Xavier, Jean Grey, Scott, and many of our other brothers and sisters who have died in this war against the Brotherhood and humans. May, their souls rest in peace. I know all of you are scared since the humans have declared open war on any mutant who refuses to take the cure for our “mutation”. If any of you feel as if this will be too difficult on you, then feel free to go to the humans and take this cure. ” <br><br>Storm paused for a moment to see if any of the students wanted to leave. When no one moved, Storm decided now was the time to address other issues before everyone disbursed. “I want you all to be on your guard. We need to wait and see what the humans are planning. No one…I mean no one is allowed to use their powers in any way that will jeopardize our chance to make negotiations with the humans. I do not want to lose any more of you. The only time you are allowed to use your powers is if you feel in danger,” Storm raised her voice slightly as tears of sadness slide down her face. Lightening stretched across the sky matching her emotions. <br>&nbsp; <br>The students all nodded their heads in understanding. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 21:18:09</strong>
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				Spiderman had been unable to intervene at the Alcatraz incident. Webshooters didn’t reach from New York all the way to San Francisco. If only he had had a means to help. He owed Professor Xavier that much. The Professor, as he had heard, had been dead even before the Alcatraz incident. Died in vain, trying to keep peace between mutants and humans. Died in time before seeing the death and destruction over that cure break his heart. Maybe it had been for the best. The infamous X-men had fought their hardest. They had managed to stop the Brotherhood at great personal cost. But people had died. Good people had given their lives for others. <br><br>Peter could only vow that it hadn’t been in vain. As a so called superhero, he had both fans and haters. He wasn’t a mutant, but as close as anyone could get. Having received powers in a fluke scientific accident, which mutated the little spider that bit him, he was no longer human, either. He had chosen to do the right thing, to live up to the responsibility his powers brought. It hadn’t always went smoothly. He had made mistakes. He had failed at times to save everyone. He had lost people he cared about. The police had standing orders to arrest him or shoot him on sight. But even in his deepest, darkest moments, he could count on Xavier to give him a call, talking things through, listening to him and giving him advice, giving him the strength to continue doing the right thing.<br><br>And now, that honourable man with a dream was dead. His school, his dream had been shattered. Already, not long after the battle at Alcatraz, mutant hating groups had attacked and damaged the school. Peter wouldn’t simply stand by. Few X-men were left and with mutants being outlawed unless they registered and applied for the cure, the young mutants, all mutants really, needed all the help they could get.<br><br>That is why on the day of the funeral, Spiderman was there, crouching on the rooftop of the mansion, gazing down through his eye-lenses, watching how an attractive dark-skinned woman with white hair, Storm, spoke to her students and the other mutants gathered. He listened how she told them to be careful, how she still held hopes for peaceful negotiations with the human authorities, so this crisis could be resolved. He admired her and those that stood with her for still upholding Xavier’s dream. And he would help them.<br><br>As the funeral wound down, and most of the crowd dispersed, Spiderman jumped down, landing in front of the three graves. Jean Grey. Scott Summers. Charles Xavier. Three people that died for doing the right thing. Peter, still dressed and masked as Spiderman, in the dark red and dark blue outfit, kneeled down and put a white rose on each of their graves. He paid them his respects, even though he had only ever met the Professor. Yet, he had heard a lot about the others. Including…<br><br>*Snikt*<br><br>“What are you doing here, bub?”<br><br>Peter looked up, coming face to face with the wild Wolverine, six silvery claws revealed and ready for an attack. But instead of being scared, Peter stood up and replied, “I am just here to honour my friend and the dream he had. And I am here to offer my help. It is the least I can do.” As he replied, he could see Storm standing close by.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: X-men Survivors (Dancing Flower and Arkaniel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 22:22:16</strong>
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				Stormed eyed the young man before placing a hand on Wolverine’s chest. “This is still a haven for those who need help Wolverine. We must not forget that.” Storm turned to the young man trying to make out his features from underneath his mask. “There is no need to wear mask amongst us, Spider man,” Storm extend her hand out to shake his. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. The professor spoke great things of you. He would be please that you are at the manor.” <br><br>A noise in the bushes suddenly snatched Storm’s attention away from Peter. A lighting ball formed in her hand as she threw it over to the spot where the sound had come from. “Ouch!!!,” Kitty shrieked as she stepped from behind the bushes. <br><br>Kitty flashed a quick smile at Storm and Wolverine since she knew that she would probably be in deep trouble now. “Kitty Pryde! I could have fried you to a crisp. You know better than to sneak around like that,” Storm marched over to inspect Kitty for damage. Kitty shooed Storm away while ignoring Wolverine’s reaction. Kitty turned towards Spider man with interest in her eyes. “I bet you’re hot under that thing,” Kitty said as she pulled Spider-man’s mask to pop it back on his skin. “Kitty…,” Storm nearly echoes the growl Wolverine had given to Spider man a few minutes earlier. “Kitty, you should go practice your hiding skills some more. If I could detect you then more than likely mutant hating mobs will find you too. You need to master being still,” Storm said as she looked around to see where the other students had gone. <br><br>Storm turned away from Kitty to Spider man and Wolverine. “Today, Wolverine and I have to go to a meeting with the governor to discuss the measures that are being taken to calm down the hatred against us. Would you like to come with us Spider man?”&nbsp; <br><br>Kitty was walking away from Storm when she heard Storm call out ot her, “Kitty be ready to leave with us when we get ready to go to the Governor’s office.” Kitty smiled to herself as she walked away to find the other students. <br>
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