Vanisher vanishes Characters: Vanisher, some NPC's Setting: Nearing sunset, roof of the x-mansion Content: Nothing too graphic or shocking Summary: Narrative, Vanisher has a stroke of bad luck Telford appeared on the roof of Xavier Manor, he eagerly pulling a cigarette from his pockets. These past few weeks had been hell, and it had driven him to smoke. A vile habit which he generally frowned on, but he desperately needed it. It helped to steady his hands and nerves and made the stench from that growling feral halfway tolerable. But then the bothersome Professor would not allow him to indulge in his one relief from this damnable institution in where it was warm, so the Vanisher had to smoke out on the roof, huddled in his jacket to get his kicks.
He was half way through his smoke when an odd sound caught his attention. It sounded like a... helicopter? Something like that. He took another drag and stood, tucking his fingers under his arms as he squinted into the distance. Huh. What the hell was a helicopter doing so close to this place? Did Charlie have one on call? He scratched thoughtfully at the back of his head, trying to decide just what to think of this when a hissing sound split the air. It was another moment before the pain hit his shoulder.
Ford was falling toward the shingles with a tranquilizer dart in his shoulder well before he knew what was going on. His powers kicked in by instinct, teleporting him only a short distance thanks to the dart, he appearing just above and along side the roof. A short cry left him as he tumbled toward the ground, the world going black as he landed with a loud thud. He was vaguely aware of bodies hurrying around him, looming over him, but they were all dark, blurred shapes. He tried to focus, felt himself lifted off the ground, as the world fell black around him.