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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.

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diableblanc
2008-02-02 03:24 am UTC (link)

Remy hated cold weather. This fact had been well established on many occasions. Thus, it was mildly weird to think of him voluntarily going outside, if not for that pesky little cigarette habit of his. And considering how Molly kept threatening him with another snow drift if she caught him indoors, sometimes discretion was the better part of valor.

As it was, Remy was having a particularly weird month. Thus far he'd managed to sleep with his ex-girlfriend (or something, he wasn't even sure about that), identified the corpses of people who were already dead, kidnapped another woman he'd previously slept with, and nearly gotten flattened by Sarena's ex-girlfriend. There was a lot on his mind.

In typical fashion, he retreated to the rooftop. It wasn't running away, not really. He was still at the school - after all that Essex had done, he wasn't moving too far away from either Arla or Sarena. The fact that Essex had let his little lapdogs appear at the school was. . .disconcerting of starters. But it cemented a few things in his mind.

As distracted as he was, Remy didn't notice the dark shape flying above. There were many mutants at the school who could fly, and if he had made note of it, it wouldn't have thought the presence anything out of the ordinary, anyway.

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bennetduparis
2008-02-02 03:36 am UTC (link)

Bennet fingered the warped zippo in his pocket. It no longer worked effectively, thanks to Magneto, but it served it's purpose to remind him of things. Remind him of sacrifices that had to be made, such as returning to Magneto's government, however short-lived it might be. His fingers brushed over the bent flames embossed as he lowered himself behind Gambit, feet never touching the ground. It was only fair to give the convicted a chance to make things right, and so he would give that chance to the other man.

"Where is she?" His voice was low and hard, the words bitten as if spat through clenched teeth. Anger already pooled in him. She was his Mirror, and by her reflection, he saw things clearly. This man, this traitor to his own kind had taken her from him, and he had been powerless. He hadn't even been there, but rather caught up in his own grand plans for the salvation of their kind. How much of it was even his own plans though? Had he been the pawn, pushed to think and push through an idea to gather mutants together? It was a thought that haunted him since his meeting with Sinister, but it was also a thought he had to push from his mind.

He wrapped telekinesis about himself like a blanket, the warm security fueling his purpose. He was nigh untouchable, in his mind, behind that field. None had succeeded yet, though he was not so cocky as to believe that he could not be subdued. He had been subdued once, and had spent nearly a month in a detention facility because of it.

	highest_ideals 2008-02-05 03:36 am UTC (link)
	Xavier watched him leave before his wheelchair turned to face Remy, his motor whirring. "I expect you to handle this off of school grounds should you and Bennet decide to discuss things further," he said quietly. With that, he passed back inside and headed for the elevator. Logan gave Remy a rough shove, pulled his claws back in, and followed behind. (Reply to this) (Parent)