Mitchell Lance | Steve Rogers (putonthesuit) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-05-26 00:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot week, mitchell lance, samantha ellis |
WHO: Mitchell Lance and Samantha Ellis
WHAT: A run-in with anti-reincarnate protesters turns violent, and secrets are revealed.
WHEN: Earlier afternoon, May 26th
WHERE: the Upper West Side, Manhattan
WARNINGS: Violence (really, people should just assume this with me by now), probably language.
A giant weight had been lifted off of Mitchell's back. Figuratively, of course. He actually had a heavy weight strapped to his back in the shape of a shield, but that was neither here nor there. The cure had worked, that's what the doctors had told him, which meant Charlie was on the mend. He could breathe again without the worry that his brother was going to stop breathing. With that relief in mind, he had decided it was time to go to the Agency and get his things. Steve had been pestering him to get the uniform and shield; things were tense right now for reincarnates, and Rogers sensed that they would need it sooner rather than later.
Getting it had been easier said than done. He could hide the uniform easily in his bag on his back, but the shield? Way too big to hide away in a bag, and he wanted to take it to show Charlie. His brother was a giant nerd; seeing Cap's shield up close would probably make him all kinds of happy, and happy people healed better and faster. It was scientific fact. It just also meant that Mitchell had to suck it up and try to ignore the stares and comments from the people of NY as he carried Cap's shield through the streets of Manhattan from the MTN and occasionally past the remnants of billboards and posters advertising for The Winter Soldier. That wasn't awkward at all.
"The end of times is here, my friends!" A man stood on the street corner, handing out fliers about the second coming of Jesus and the apocalypse. Mitchell smiled politely at him, taking a flier just to make the man feel better. He waited until he was around the corner to put it in the garbage so he wouldn't be seen, but what he came upon was worse than the religious man on the corner. A large crowd of people surrounded a man standing on a makeshift pedestal. He was in the middle of a speech, one that Mitchell didn't catch the beginning of, but he could make an educated guess based on the signs. Anti-reincarnates, protesting their existence. As much as he hated it, they had a right to assemble. He couldn't do anything about it.
"Behind me, my friends, is an apartment building crawling with this filth!" The man shouted as Mitchell curiously joined the crowd. He kept himself to the back, trying to avoid being seen with the giant shield bullseye on his back. "We need to take back our streets! We need to cleanse our city of the dangerous vermin before they kill us all!"
Mitch took a step back, ready to move on to the clinic instead of subjecting himself to more of the bigotry. He got about two steps back when the explosion happened, sending a burst of heat and raining debris from the fourth floor of the building. He quickly ducked behind his shield while the worst of it passed, and then, without hesitation, jumped into the fray.