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Friends of Humanity

Friends of Humanity
Civilian
NA years old
13 posts
Jan 5 2018, 02:37 AM
It's Main Event Time
Warriors for Humanity
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[OOC:Prior to this thread...]

The gala had gone on into the night, the hour late, and the drinks still freely pouring. Photographers remained outside, capturing glamour shots and front page pictures for the highest paying media they could get a hold of. People would be paying a pretty penny to see some of these celebrities dressed in Oscar de la Renta, Westwood, Chanel...

The aria of the third act of the evening, a fitting Dante's Inferno, setting the literal stage for the horrors that would happen this night. Every couple on the dance floor would hear the sudden disruption of music, the band stopping in the lobby when several people ran inside the building, screaming and panicked.

Gun shots rattled through the night, and people dressed warmly from the other side of the crowd gates pushed through the opera doors to get in. Even if Friends of Humanity didn't get far, they had still avenged one of their fallen already. John Khorun's body lie out on the front steps of the opera house with a red head mourning over his death in the cold of the night. Even in the chaos, she wouldn't leave him.

Susan Graham marched up to the couple along with several of her friends that had been armed with pipes, rope, and other arsenal. "You killed my brother!" The woman shouted at the crying woman.

Several other groups ran inside the opera house, too many for security to bar. With access to the lobby and several floors of the opera house, several crashes rang out in several corners before flames started to consume the fine upholstery that Essex had purchased himself for such a fine evening. Now all that remained of the evening was smoke and fumes and angry protesters marching into the venue with their home made weapons.

The effects of the Molotov cocktails upon the opera house caused the masses to retreat into the private boxes and the auditorium as the bold members of Friends of Humanity gained more and more access to the venue. Several performers retreated to the backstage area, helping others get back stage to seek additional shelter.

"Humanity is the future! Humanity is the superior race!"

"Super Heroes rot in hell!"

The message was clear and the couple in front of the opera house would be the first main example for the world. Enhanced. Mutant. Non human.... "Not human. Not welcome." Susan Graham aimed her gun at the red head holding John Khorun.

Logan Howlett

Wolverine
Mutant
184 years old
34 posts
Jan 5 2018, 04:51 PM
i am no angel
Perhaps he had sensed it before the music had even stopped abruptly, the fact that something was off. Logan scowled under his breath, for everywhere he had gone - he could not just have a nice time drinking himself into a non-drunken stupor. If he was allowed, he would have drank every last drop that the event had provided, being that he was here, stuck in a tuxedo.

That was when it all kicked off, with people running and screaming. Logan's head snapped to the source, watching as things began to unfold in front of him, not flinching as gunshots accompanied the screams. He growled, eyes narrowing as more and more had flooded into the opera house, fists curling and tightening as his nose twitched - the smoke flooding up his nostrils, causing the hairs to stand on end.

But, whilst people fled further into the opera house, Logan had set off towards the source of danger, mildly annoyed that his night had been ruined.

"Humanity is the future! Humanity is the superior race!"

Logan emitted an audible growl, which crawled up his throat. He had seen this before, he had been there before. Humanity was only more than willing to repeat history, in Logan's mind. His eyes darted towards the fallen man and the red head that stayed with him, then to the woman standing over them with a gun in her hand.

At this point in time, he had no qualms about hashing it out with a woman and friends who clearly didn't give a fuck about lives. At any other point, he would have found a twisted irony to the message these protesters were giving out; for they were the ones being the monsters, deciding to advance upon an event in support of those who had fallen in the Cairo accident.

But, this was no other time.

Despite Charles' absence from the world, Logan could hear his voice rather clearly. He could hear him urging him to save lives, rather than to provide more fuel for the fire. Logan gritted his teeth, his brow furrowing deeply as he stopped himself from simply taking the woman out there and then as he walked in front of the woman with the gun, his eyes challenging her to pull the trigger.

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Warren Worthington

Angel
Mutant
28 years old
14 posts
Jan 7 2018, 10:28 PM
Warren excused himself from Nathaniel Essex with the promise to meet again soon. He didn't like leaving a potential business contact hanging but then they were already flashing the balcony lights to call the audience back into the auditorium for the final act. He minded missing the final act less. If his gut feeling was wrong, he'd at least avoid the press of both the crowd and the paparazzi at evening's end.

The playboy made his way down to the side road where his driver was waiting for him. A pop of the trunk later and Warren was slipping back into the shadows to change. Off came the tuxedo jacket, the shirt, and the harness beneath to reveal not only the base of his Avenging Angel but his aching wings. He took a few moments to stretch them out, long enough to hear the commotion begin.

The first thing that crossed his mind when he heard the screams punctuation by gunfire was that this was a terrorist attack. As he slipped the body armor, styled to appear somewhat medieval in tone, over his chest and shoulders, he lifted his chin in defiance, "Not while I'm on watch," No one was going to die here, not if he could prevent it. The sword strapped at his waist hung from a utility belt loaded with a variety of ranged weapons and chemical compounds loaded into grenades and incendiary devices. Luckily, he had room to dress here in the alley and practice. The Avenging Angel was airborne within seventy seconds, leaving a puddle of cloth on the ground where he'd once stood.

There were several ways into and out of the venue. From above, he could see the scene unfold and it only took him a second or two to locate what looked to be the epicenter of the action. He had heard about the Friends of Humanity before, second hand from his father the first time. Warren the Second supported them. It was ironic and a bit cruel, Warren felt.

Dramatic entrances were often made by the privileged at these kinds of events. Kings and would-be Princesses used grand staircases to get noticed. All Warren needed to be equally as grandiose was the drawing of his sword and his angelic wings.

Wings spread, the Avenging Angel crashed through the large glass window on the wall behind the Wolverine and the potential targets of the gunfire. Hovering there, knowing that the Friends were fanatics, led by religion, perhaps, he decided to use his mutation to full advantage. After all, no one would know him and if they suspected him it would be quick, "Humanity may be the future but how when there is no room for mercy?" The room's lights seemed to energize him from the inside out. From his tanned skin and impressive physique, Warren looked very much like the fabled Angels from heaven. He wasn't sure if they would buy it or not, but the question of his identity should help buy them some much needed time.

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Stephen Strange

Doctor Strange
Enhanced
26 years old
63 posts
Jan 8 2018, 08:40 PM
There were days that Stephen wished he could say that the horrors humanity visited upon itself was the product of some eldritch power. It wasn't so hard to believe, given the world he trafficked in. There were beings who could and would affect great change from the darkest impulses of humans. Easily. It wasn't even an effort for them. They could drive a man to madness and murder just as easily as that man might step upon that road. Without so much as a thought. But in this case, it wasn't the case. This party had been an insidious trap, a trap set by people with hatred in their hearts. True, deep hatred and fear.

All the otherworldly creatures were doing in this instance was feeding on them.

And making what was already bad even worse.

This evening had been a nice night out for himself and Clea, his lover and apprentice. Now, it was a massacre. They had been making efforts to stave off and banish the demons that hounded this place, but that was taking care of the symptoms rather than the problem itself. Now, Stephen knew, it was time to go after the source of things. He had taken an oath to protect every soul in this dimension from the grand to the small from any threat.

Now was the time when the Earth needed its Doctor.

It was in the midst of the chaos that he emerged not far from the woman he recognized as Faith, refusing to leave the side of her lover Khorun. He had arrived too late to prevent it, but now he had to do what he could with what he had.

"You bring nothing but sorrow. As you sow, so shall you reap." Stephen commanded, his tuxedo bursting into flame and vanishing as his sorcerer's robes emerged, his Cloak of Levitation billowing in the breeze the energy expulsion made. His eyes turned upon Susan Graham. From his hand, glyphs emerged that shielded Faith from attack at all angles. His other hand brought up a shield of similar force to protect himself and any who happened to be behind him. "Take a deep breath, Faith..." He snapped his fingers and generated a quick illusion - a puff of smoke. Bullets would fly through it, but would find nothing. Stephen, Faith, and Khorun's body had been teleported away.

On the roof of a nearby building, they emerged. Faith, at least, would be safe from harm and would have time to mourn. "I'm sorry." Stephen said quietly, sympathetic in tone. "Stay here. I shall return." He disappeared once more, reappearing only a few seconds after he had left the area in front of the opera house. His eyes were once more on Susan Graham.

'You think the pain you cause is righteous? Let those who you have wronged tell you what they think!' His thoughts were projected into the mind of Susan Graham, a subtle flick of his wrist (and a small boost from the Eye of Agamotto) forcing that pain into her mind. In a split second, she could see it all.

A teenage boy in a basement, dragged out by his scaly arms and legs as a mob beats him to death...

A young woman running across a college campus before she's hit by not one, not two, but three vials of acid...and all because she could create fire from her fingertips.

An old man who could fly having his legs and arms broken before having his head beaten in by a crowbar.

All of these and more, Susan Graham had witnessed. All of them righteous acts, she had thought, in pursuit of justice for her brother. But now, she felt it from the perspective of those she had visited this righteous crusade upon. She would feel their pain...their sorrow...

...and their fear.

And she would feel it forever, whether she wished to or not, until she died.

This seed planted, the scales now somewhat more balanced, Stephen once more created his shields of magical force to defend himself and others if the need came. And there was a great deal of need indeed.

"This is the future you want?!" He asked of the gathered mob. "Of hatred and pain? Fire and blood? This is no future!" Stephen knew well, though, that his words were likely to fall upon deaf ears. Even without demonic interference, the hearts of men could be dark. And there were many dark hearts in this place tonight...

Friends of Humanity

Friends of Humanity
Civilian
NA years old
13 posts
Jan 10 2018, 11:48 AM

Here they come!

Several leadership members stood behind the crowd control gates, keeping eye on the whole situation as it unfolded. It seemed not many fled the actual opera house but a select few, those people running into the streets and away from the venue. Majority managed to run deeper into the opera house, groups of their own funneling in as well to set the place into flames. Through the glass walls, it was clearly visible where the patrons were heading. And of course, several came down the steps to defend the man who's fate had been sealed.

John Khorun's blood seeped onto the sidewalk, pooling at the concrete and soaking into the find fabric of the woman's dress. Even in the face of fire, she didn't run. Rather, her foolish notion to mourn the man in her company would be the reason she'd be killed. Death wasn't good enough for the woman. Susan Graham knew exactly who she was. And now that John Khorun was dead, she would rather watch the other suffer their life with all taken from them.

A burly man stepped in front of the couple, several FOH members stepping up with their own weapons to combat the man who threatened one of their own. "Back off, animal." Her resolve didn't break. Susan was just as ready to shoot a man who had nothing to do with her brother's death as she was to Faith Devareaux.

The celestial being was next to arrive, several of Susan's friends a bit more nervous about facing a being with clear physical enhancements, several questioning if he was sent by God himself, turning to look at the man who had made this event happen tonight. Stevewick's eyes narrowed, stepping out to the gates and shouting out words of encouragement. It is not His will to protect these monsters, these threats to his word! Do not be deceived by the devil in beautiful flesh for that is his way to confuse children of the light. We ARE the future!"

He directed their attention back center stage as another manifested to protect the woman and her former lover. The flames from the explosions started to grow, meaning several enhanced beings would be working quickly to get out or put the flames down. Several things would keep most of them busy while the crowds came forward to deal with the three who had stepped forward.

It wasn't long before the couple who had started this whole mess had been taken, disappearing completely through some sort of black magic along with the man who was once a prestigious surgeon... He was one of them... And he would be treated as such.

Susan Graham shouted amongst her friends, pointing her gun at the group. "Sorcery! We need to take them out before they take us all out! Look at the deceit they use to put us down! It wasn't long until the sorcerer came back to thrust his will onto Susan.

She cringed, clawing at her face, her head, wherever she could to make the pain stop. Like all breath was taken from her, she crashed to the floor, deflated into a pile of anguish, pain, and horror. Her screams filled the air and several members of the Friends of Humanity ran forward to help out their fallen comrade. Several camera crews zoomed in on the action, broadcasting for the entire world to see. With the cameras watching, and the world witnessing this massive event, the Friends of Humanity stayed put, aiding their fallen as the opera house began to catch in flames that would eventually swallow it.



Logan Howlett

Logan Howlett

Wolverine
Mutant
184 years old
34 posts
Jan 10 2018, 02:08 PM
i am no angel
The first arrival had come in the form of an Angel - though, he doubted the sincerity of the man being an actual angel. Logan grunted, his eyes watching the masses of FOH members advance towards their 'leader.' His nose

"Back off, animal."

A growl bubbled up through his throat, his eyes narrowing, brow furrowing as his fists tightened. It would be a little premature to say that, even with his hundred-eighty odd years of being alive, Logan had managed to tame his anger.

"You want to call me animal again, bub?" He snarled.

That was when the claws came out

His gaze was trained upon the person he believed said it, the one who had dared call him an animal with the damage they were causing, and the damage they had caused. He was close enough to breaking point as Susan pointed the gun at him, the red mist edging upon the corners of his vision when a new arrival had greeted his senses.

Fancy man in a cape had shown up. It was clear that the man meant no harm to him, being that he had disappeared with the two he had stepped in front of which meant no restrictions and no distractions. Logan thought perhaps he should have known who Angel and Fancy Cape was, but, he was out of the city on most occasions. So, fuck if he knew. Yet, the act seemed to have inflamed the crowd. He was about to step in when the woman had dropped to her knees, clawing at her face as the rest of the group had crowded around her.

"The fuck you do to her?" Despite the gruff tone, there was a hint of bemusement at the scene unfolding in front of him.

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Warren Worthington

Angel
Mutant
28 years old
14 posts
Jan 14 2018, 10:33 AM

Each flap of his wings, however gentle, seemed to fan the flames at his back.He'd tried to use ethos to quiet the mob before him but his words were met with resistance.

"It is not His will to protect these monsters, these threats to his word! Do not be deceived by the devil in beautiful flesh for that is his way to confuse children of the light."

Warren found it amusing that the man was trying to equate him with Satan, a winged serpent full of poisonous wrath for the human race. He shouted out to the man in the back, Steinwick, "If you are confused it is only because you fail to see the truth." He grinned, taking a stun gun from his belt as he glided down to hover over the crowd. He locked eyes with the man he presumed to be the leader of all of this, "You don't know HIS will any more than I do. You think you are the future but you barter in hate."

"We ARE the future!"

"We can share the future. Don't you see?" Warren could see his father in this man. Both of them so full of anger toward a group they didn't understand. That misunderstanding led them to fear. It was a vicious cycle, a twisted circle in which they led their lives. The pain of it all, everything he'd gone through with his father washed through him with each memory, "They don't mean to hurt you."

The crowd was shifting forward to see what had elicited the woman's scream. He couldn't help but feel he had a chance to make a difference with at least some of them, "Stop all of this, before it's too late. We.." He stopped himself, then corrected what he was going to say, "...Mutants mean you no harm." The woman's screams grew louder. Warren turned back to take a look.

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Quinn
Logan Howlett
Stephen Strange

Stephen Strange

Doctor Strange
Enhanced
26 years old
63 posts
Jan 14 2018, 06:44 PM
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Stephen knew what it was to be as these people were. Of course, his own bigotry hadn't been based on skin color or abilities, it had had to do with financial status. Whoever could pay top dollar would get the chance to be operated on by the illustrious Doctor Stephen Strange! He didn't care if they were black, white, or any other variation, so long as they had the money. Even then, however, he had not hated as they people hated. At most, he was uncaring...and while that was inexcusable and something that he still tried to make up for even now...he was never like this. He did not call for their heads. He did not harass the poor and their families. He did not burn them from their homes like a pestilence.

He had no patience for it.

"The fuck you do to her?"

"Showed her what her God thought of the work she'd been doing." Stephen replied dryly to the gentleman with the claws erupting from his hands. With a wave of his hand, Stephen interrupted the equipment broadcasting everything to the world. No, it would not do to let the flames of fear spread even further. The demons, those that remained anyway, had had all they would dine on today.

He felt nothing for the near-catatonic woman. Perspective was often quite crippling. "You say that you are the future." Stephen said to the gathered mass. These "Friends of Humanity". If he could reach even a few of them, perhaps it could turn the tide. Words, rather than magic. "Is this the future that you want? This one? Where all live in fear and hatred? Pain? This?" He demanded of them, still keeping his mystical shields held high.

"You are no friends of Humanity if you believe that this is the way. You are anything but." Stephen insisted. "Turn from this path. Go back to your homes, your families. This path you have placed yourself upon can be walked in the other direction." Through the Eye, he could feel it within them all. The anger and pain and fear in the hearts of so many. Exacerbated by the demons or not, it was there...and the wounds ran deep in some.

In Susan Graham, in particular, it had run deeper than most. She had allowed that fear to become anger...and now she paid the price for such.

Friends of Humanity

Friends of Humanity
Civilian
NA years old
13 posts
Jan 15 2018, 07:56 PM

The cameras recorded, capturing the action, the smoke and fire, the flames of conflict as well as the rising temperature of the venue in the opera house as people fled indoors to avoid the conflict. The sound of violence drowned everything out until the man who challenged Susan first, unsheathed metal claws like he was Freddy Krugar. Screams erupted from the FOH, pointing at the Devil's work.

Stevewick pointed to the Wolverine, the crowd regarding the weapons attached to the man's hands. The world witnessed a threat, and several more to come at the other men who stood with the woman and her dead companion. Not only did they capture the scene, but reporters back at HQ would soon be pushing out the fact that the woman and her companion weren't just anyone. Rising scientist Faith Devareaux and friend John Khorun, two people who were being looked at closely for use of excessive force in another incident. The damage had been done. Prominent names were on the other side of the flames, and now these three, one who would be identified as the once prominent Doctor Strange, the other two nameless and unknown for now.

The angel hovered through the crowd and the FOH crouched down as if they were under attack. Several more Molotov cocktails were lit, the fumes filling the cool air outside of the once peaceful and elegant venue. But with the cameras watching, Stevewick's people weren't going to throw the flames. Rather, they would spin this like the enhanced beings had started all of this.

It was comical, for an angel of hell to scold them, tell them to back off. For they had already lost several people to the cause. Families were torn apart by these abomination of human beings, these monsters that were enhanced or mutated or succumbed to experimentation.

And just like that, the cameras stopped working. Dozens of confused journalists and camera crews looked around, wondering what the reason was for malfunction. "Don't you fools see! They are sorcerers! Mutants! Black magic users! They can control technology, the air we breathe! Bend the elements to their benefit! Even teleport to safety but they choose to spill blood tonight!" The followers roared, cautiously gaining footing on the three who stood to defy their message. "They even stand here, ready to fight as innocent inside fight for their lives!"

The front lobby of the opera house was in bad shape, the arch way beginning to crumble, though a separate fight roared on the inside. People from the back of the venue were escaping, filtering through and running across the street to businesses that were secure and safe. Stevewick approached, walking up to the man with the claws, the angel, and Doctor Strange, his stance upright and confident as he lead his own sheep to do His good work.

"But you would rather stand here and fight... You would rather stand here and take one of God's children. You mean no harm!? What is this!?" He gestured to Susan who was writhing on the floor, thrashing about as the pain of a thousand lives hit her all at once.



Logan Howlett

Logan Howlett

Wolverine
Mutant
184 years old
34 posts
Jan 17 2018, 12:51 PM
i am no angel
He was almost tempted to roll his eyes at the screams that had erupted from the crowd, a light snort in response to what Cape Man had to say. His eyes darted from face to another, to which the camera crew had looked bemused at the fact that their technology had failed them.

Maybe he should have expected that reaction, it was one or another whenever it came to humans who had no idea about mutants. Logan kept his eyes trained on the front row of humans, it was clear to him that they weren't going home. Not with the attitude and metaphorical pitchforks that they held high. His body twitched, ears tuned into every sound, picking everything up and processing it for any potential threats.

"...Even teleport to safety but they choose to spill blood tonight!"

That in itself was enough to elicit a snarl from Logan. He was not stupid, he could see that they were spinning tales to try and frame them as the enemy; nothing new but still a idiotic path that they walked. "I ain't spilled no blood yet, bub!"

Logan stood his ground, his own body lowering slightly in brace of what was to come as the FOH stepped forward. His attention had been grabbed by the man who walked forward with authority, making his upper lip twitch in irritation. Something had stirred his own senses, something that had happened in his past.

"But you would rather stand here and fight... You would rather stand here and take one of God's children. You mean no harm!? What is this!?"

He hardly spared a glance at the woman writhing on the ground, he had seen what Cape Man had done to her and that was a good enough explanation to him. Logan took his own step forward, bringing his claws close to the man's throat, his own face close to Stevewick as he stared into the man's eyes. "Why don't you start explainin' your own actions, bub? You're still standin' here, ain't'cha?"

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Stephen Strange

Doctor Strange
Enhanced
26 years old
63 posts
Jan 22 2018, 05:40 PM
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Stephen rolled his eyes at the Kindergarten level book of ethics that the people opposing them now seemed to carry around. "I'm afraid there's nothing even I can do for errant stupidity." Stephen muttered. With a wave of his hand, the ground gave out under each of the men in a perfect circle, golden light cutting into the floor and dropping all those people into an extra dimensional space.

"They're fine." He did his best to assure the other two. "They'll just be falling for a really, really long time." Without another thought on the matter, he turned to head into the hall proper where they could much better assist the people within. The people who had been transported away so quickly would spend some time in that extradimensional space before being released. A few hours at most. Perhaps with the time off, they could re-appraise themselves of their life choices. Whether or not they did, they were at least out of the way for the time being.

He could sense Clea already inside and helping protect the civilians. Stephen was rather proud of her for that, and decided that the master would emulate the example of the student in this instance. Not that he wouldn't help beforehand, of course...such was his way.

With a wave of his hand, he opened the doors of the place and strode in, ready for whatever came next.

Quinn

Sin
Admin
00 years old
15 posts
Jan 31 2018, 10:24 PM
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The skip feature has been used. Next up will be the NPC account. This will be the final round in this event. Thanks to all who participated. Let's wrap up!

Friends of Humanity

Friends of Humanity
Civilian
NA years old
13 posts
Feb 1 2018, 07:45 PM

Stevewick stepped back from the scene, his followers from behind the gates still watching, and waiting, several hoping they would not need to run into the flames. With sirens wailing in the distance and the first responders on their way, Stevewick turned his back to Wolverine and back to his followers, a bold statement of his faith in a higher power to save him from the man that could literally claw him to shreds in a matter of minutes.

Suddenly, groups of his people started flowing out of the front doors of the opera house, screaming and driven by the rush of fear. Upon looking indoors, several vigilantes had stepped up against the Friends of Humanity, including a sharply dressed man and a silver haired blonde girl who looked incredibly frail. "We've lit the flames to purge the blasphemous and came across the demons from hell!"

This was not the plan. They weren't supposed to fight back like this. Several people were injured on their side, others not in sight. It was implied that many of the people who'd gone into the opera house were not coming back. Stevewick preached among his followers. "Great battles are not without loss, my children! We'll honor our brothers and sisters. Go home and continue our good work."

"What about our brothers that vanished?"

Stevewick wasn't interested in the casualties. They were necessary. No war was won without casualties and those men knew the risks before they launched themselves to do His work. "Our keeper will bring them where they need to be. All we can do for them is keep them in our thoughts and remember their memory."

With all eyes on the people still inside the opera house as it burned, many wouldn't pay attention to the Friends of Humanity. Too many of them disbursed into the night as the sirens approached. The authorities arrived, checking the scene. At the position they were in, apprehending mutants and vigilantes was not in their priority list. Rather, they were gracious in accepting any and all help when rushing inside to save the innocent lives that had barred themselves inside the auditoriums.

Several people had escaped through the side, and fire trucks worked through the night to get the fires out. Both sides had lost lives, the remains of the opera house charred and bare. What was starting as an elegant event of crystal and music had turned into screams and ash. With dawn approaching quickly and the scene beginning to wrap up, the morning papers and reports were still tallying up the casualties to report on both sides.



Logan Howlett
[OOC Note: Let's wrap up. Great event guys! Looking forward to the next.]

Logan Howlett

Wolverine
Mutant
184 years old
34 posts
Feb 3 2018, 02:18 AM
i am no angel
The silence from the man was not an answer but the screams from those trapped within were. Logan had choices; the choice to continue the battle by spurring it through the death of their leader or to rescue those within. He knew what Charles would have wanted him to do, he knew that doing the former would put him no further from Victor.

Even if he wanted to rid the world of another fanatic.

He could feel the heat of the burning Opera house on his back and knew that people would need to be saved. His furrow only deepened at the man's words about casualties, his jaw tightening as his fists did so. Logan did not like the man, if at all, for the way he simply disregarded his people.

Friends of Humanity, his ass.

Logan grunted, shaking his head slightly as he sheathed his claws before he turned inside to the open doors of the Opera House, moments after Cape man had gone in. He knew the police and the firefighters were going to be there, and that most of them wouldn't be going into the depths of the blaze. Unless they were mutants themselves, the depths of the blaze was a long shot and a risk.

Police and the firefighters had been working hard to fight the blaze, Logan had been taking a couple of civilians out; his suit in tatters and in places, his skin scorched for the time being. Logan had done his bit, and stepped back to allow the firemen to complete the rest.

It was time to hit the pub and go home.

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