Disclaimer- I don't own X-men, but most of the main chars I do, so mad
props to the nogg'in
Brawn recovered the quickest, seeming to shake the despair from his body as though shedding a coat. Next to rise was Passion, still unable to stop shaking but determinedly standing up. Enigma followed closely, though Reaper still lay curled in a fetal position.
"Get up..." Brawn spoke with no emotion. They knew he was feeling the same despair that they were; they knew that he could keep it at bay, so they should too.
Reaper rose slowly leaning heavily upon his scythe. His breathing came in short rasps, his eyes darted form one to the next as though seeing them for the first time. He ambled over to the nearest tree and quickly shed his glove. Reaching out he need to feel the pull. He was inches away...
Brawns hand snatched his seconds before he touched. Immediately reaper was filled with the surging strength of Brawn. Brawn grew distance, his legs wobbling nearly imperceptibly, and then he pulled away. Reaper vision had cleared, his legs become surer.
"Don't make your presence known..." Brawn was breathing slowly but seemed to recover quickly. "Enigma, put a shield over all of us, I mean complete shield, vision, telepathy, infrared, sonar, the whole deal, got it? Passion I need a scan of all the minds in the immediate area. Tag hostiles and friendlies. Reaper you're with me."
They dropped all of the bags into the nearest bushes, gathering anything that they might need from them beforehand. Enigma stood in the middle hands on his temples extending the shield. Passion stood nearer to a grove of trees in a similar position. Reaper and Brawn had however moved toward the source of the noise that they had heard earlier.
Reaper wore sunglasses, though it was cloudy, he needed to cover his eyes so that he would not be recognized as a mutant. Though Brawn had warned them of the dangers of using their powers with Professor Xavier's Cerebro around they needed to do what was necessary.
Brawn seemed to be completely nonchalant, seemingly chatting it up with Reaper about the weather, where he was actually using a code that they all knew to describe the abilities of the possible hostiles in the area. Passion was directly feeding him information form their heads so that he would have an advantage.
Reaper noticed something to his right and smoothly altered his gait so that he could see better. A boy with blue hair was fiddling with something on his wrist. He could see that it was a watch but instinct told him that it was something more. And he also couldn't dismiss the smell of sulfur.
Brawn noticed and commented accordingly, "NightCrawler, Kurt Wagner, he's the son of the shape shifter known as mystique." He was a formidable opponent under most circumstances but Brawn knew his weaknesses and knew how easy it would be to bring him down. "Just make sure he doesn't notice us."
Reaper nodded and looked away, keeping his eyes trained in the direction while with his glasses he appeared to be looking forward. He begun to whistle a tune that he had heard somewhere, but a glance at Brawn made his drop it immediately.
"Where did you learn to whistle?" Brawn hadn't heard whistling in over three years, and it had unexpectedly taken him back. His past was not a place to tread, not lightly, not at all.
Review or not, up to you, peace and aces.
Brawn recovered the quickest, seeming to shake the despair from his body as though shedding a coat. Next to rise was Passion, still unable to stop shaking but determinedly standing up. Enigma followed closely, though Reaper still lay curled in a fetal position.
"Get up..." Brawn spoke with no emotion. They knew he was feeling the same despair that they were; they knew that he could keep it at bay, so they should too.
Reaper rose slowly leaning heavily upon his scythe. His breathing came in short rasps, his eyes darted form one to the next as though seeing them for the first time. He ambled over to the nearest tree and quickly shed his glove. Reaching out he need to feel the pull. He was inches away...
Brawns hand snatched his seconds before he touched. Immediately reaper was filled with the surging strength of Brawn. Brawn grew distance, his legs wobbling nearly imperceptibly, and then he pulled away. Reaper vision had cleared, his legs become surer.
"Don't make your presence known..." Brawn was breathing slowly but seemed to recover quickly. "Enigma, put a shield over all of us, I mean complete shield, vision, telepathy, infrared, sonar, the whole deal, got it? Passion I need a scan of all the minds in the immediate area. Tag hostiles and friendlies. Reaper you're with me."
They dropped all of the bags into the nearest bushes, gathering anything that they might need from them beforehand. Enigma stood in the middle hands on his temples extending the shield. Passion stood nearer to a grove of trees in a similar position. Reaper and Brawn had however moved toward the source of the noise that they had heard earlier.
Reaper wore sunglasses, though it was cloudy, he needed to cover his eyes so that he would not be recognized as a mutant. Though Brawn had warned them of the dangers of using their powers with Professor Xavier's Cerebro around they needed to do what was necessary.
Brawn seemed to be completely nonchalant, seemingly chatting it up with Reaper about the weather, where he was actually using a code that they all knew to describe the abilities of the possible hostiles in the area. Passion was directly feeding him information form their heads so that he would have an advantage.
Reaper noticed something to his right and smoothly altered his gait so that he could see better. A boy with blue hair was fiddling with something on his wrist. He could see that it was a watch but instinct told him that it was something more. And he also couldn't dismiss the smell of sulfur.
Brawn noticed and commented accordingly, "NightCrawler, Kurt Wagner, he's the son of the shape shifter known as mystique." He was a formidable opponent under most circumstances but Brawn knew his weaknesses and knew how easy it would be to bring him down. "Just make sure he doesn't notice us."
Reaper nodded and looked away, keeping his eyes trained in the direction while with his glasses he appeared to be looking forward. He begun to whistle a tune that he had heard somewhere, but a glance at Brawn made his drop it immediately.
"Where did you learn to whistle?" Brawn hadn't heard whistling in over three years, and it had unexpectedly taken him back. His past was not a place to tread, not lightly, not at all.
Review or not, up to you, peace and aces.