|bennetduparis (bennetduparis) wrote in age_of_miracles,|
@ 2008-02-01 20:24:00
|Entry tags:||exodus, gambit, professor x, wolverine|
Thread : Recovering the Lost
Who: Bennet, Remy, and OPEN.
Where: Xavier's school - Roof (and eventually elsewhere)
When: Feb 2, 2008 - early morning. (forward dated a couple hours)
What: Exodus was warned about Mirror by Remy. Mirror is now missing and in the clutches of Sinister. Since Exodus can't defeat Sinister in a fight, he directs his rage toward the cajun that he believes delivered her to Sinister.
The night's wind blowed steadily, pushing clouds over the large moon overhead. Exodus glided the winds, the tails of his battle coat, the one crafted for him by Mirror, billowing outward like twin leather wings. His powers carried him effortlessly, his mind and his eyes scanning the land below for his quarry. Psionic shields were in place, for within Xavier's below rested two telepaths who could hinder his plan. He did not want to anger either of them, though he could see no other way. He had to speak to the one codenamed Gambit. Only he, in Exodus' mind, knew Mirror's secret location. It was a break in logic. Nevermind the fact that Sinister would have certainly moved her to a different location. Nevermind that he wouldn't reveal that information, even to his subordinates. There was futility in Exodus' plan, and it tore at the sides and back of his mind like so many sharp needles. His subconsious thought was simple enough. He couldn't hurt Sinister, so hopefully he could hurt Remy in his place. It was part of his grand scheme to dismantle Sinister's work. Whether or not the cajun was actually involved with Sinister, or sincerely concerned for Mirror made no difference. There was little of Bennet's rational mind within the action. There was only Exodus for the time, and Gambit had been judged and found wanting. He turned Mirror over to Sinister, in Exodus' mind, whether true or not, and he was found undeserving the kingdom of Avalon... he deserved only pain, and Exodus intended to deliver, if he could not be useful.
Scanning below, he caught the briefest flash of a lighter and a wisp of smoke trailing upward. He hovered a bit lower. Black Box had provided the visuals that he needed, and the man smoking confirmed them. It was the man he had spoken with during his stay at Xavier's, however brief. Such was the way the world worked sometimes.