ferociousferal (ferociousferal) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2013-01-10 18:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | amnotananimal, exiledthunder, ferociousferal, redeyesummers |
He's Back.... [Meant for Thor, but all are welcome to include themselves]
3:00 P.M.
Classes taught by the faculty of superheroes just released, and the flock of mutant students quickly retreated to various sections of the house to relax themselves after yet another hard day of expanding their minds and strengthening their bodies. A ragtag bunch of youngsters rallied to the den; all day long they couldn’t wait to get their hands (or in some of their cases, paws) on the new first person shooter video game. With no homework or chores to do, nothing would stop them from saving a digital world from an alien horde invasion.
Of the eight mutants there, four of them held controllers in their hands while the others watched. Despite this being an age where hundreds of people could play a single game at the exact same time, these kids made it appoint to huddle around one console and collectively bond with one another. One of the students inserted the game disc, started it, and they all talked amongst themselves as it loaded onto the huge 72 inch television.
Suddenly – just inches in front of the flat screen – a circle of pink and ivory light illuminated. It grew larger than the television itself. As the light pulsated, the dark form of two human silhouettes took shape: one was that of a short, small, petite female. The other was of a man a foot taller, triple her weight, with wide shoulders and shaggy hair that fell atop them like that of a lion’s mane.
“What the hell kinda game is this?!” asked one of the girls nearby
“…I don’t think this is a game…” said a timid boy.
That boy was right. What stood before he and his friends was no video game construct or rampant Danger Room hologram. It was Victor Creed and Clarice Ferguson-Creed. Or as the rest of the mutant world knew them: Sabertooth and Blink.
Victor sniffed the air and looked towards his daughter. “…I thought you said he’d be here...”
The small girl looked upwards at her adoptive father and shook her head. “He should be; all of the classes are over, so…”
Victor didn’t let her finish. He immediately turned his head towards the nearby girls – the one who spoke up earlier. “Where’s your crippled leader? Or your colorblind leader? Either of ‘em will do…” he growled.
Clarice waved her hand. “Sorry if we startled any of you, but it’s really important that we find—“
“S-S-Stay back!” Panic driven to protect his friends from these alleged ‘invaders’, the mutant boy dropped his controller, scrambled to his feet, and shot an energy blast at the predatory male. Blink – thanks to Victor’s training – was quick on her feet. She opened a portal directly in front of her father and a second one over the boy’s head, effectively redirecting the blast through them so that he inadvertently shot himself on the top of his head. The concussive bolt made the poor boy’s knees rattle, and he dropped to the floor with a laughable thud.
None of his peers found this funny, and before Blink could get another word in, all of them screamed and nearly tripped over themselves to flee the den and find help.
Clarice sighed. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to make them run away…”
“Don’t be. They always run when I’m around. Besides, it’s good ta’ see you getting quicker on the draw with those portals. Good girl…” Victor said as he ruffled his daughter’s hair and bore a proud grin. “C’mon; if we can’t find Wheels or the Wuss, we gotta find the next person on the totem pole and tell ‘em about what happened.”
And so, the father and daughter duo walked out of the den and into the grand hallways of Xavier’s mansion, amidst a wave of frightened and fleeing students, in search for any of the ranking X-Men.