(I'm going to take a character that I've seen in many Crow stories, and
give him a cameo. I don't know if he was created in novels, or if he's
only appeared in fanfiction and nowhere else. I liked him, what can I say.
Can't remember the titles off the top of my head though.)
He was called many things in life. But the name he liked best was Skull Cowboy. He'd been the first Crow, yet he never really rested. Helping the others stay on track was his calling now, up to and including intervening occasionally if a living person tried to stop destiny. This would continue to hold true, even though the new Crow was still alive.
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Charles woke up to a mental scream of anguish. It didn't last long enough for him to track, almost as if someone had put up shields. Magneto was probably at the center of it. He got into his wheelchair, and rolled toward Cerebro. On his way, a figure stepped into his path.
"Sorry Charley, this is one situation you don't have any authority over. Go back to sleep and forget it."
Xavier steepled his fingers, and stared at the person. The fact that he looked like a skeleton in Leather coat, black shirt, and leather pants, complete with a cowboy hat did not faze him. It was always possible that someone else had an image inducer after all. "Interesting. You are?" he asked, while trying to read the individual's mind.
"Scan away. You won't find anything. The dead don't need shields. By the way, tell feral guy behind me that he'll be an interesting addition to the Statue of Liberty's Torch." The cowboy grinned nastily."
At the same time that the fight between the X-men and the Skull Cowboy was taking place, the Brotherhood were sleeping in bed. Dead to the world, thanks to the knockout drugs that had been snuck into the feast that appeared magically before them. Skull Cowboy took his missions seriously, but at least he took care of the semi-innocent as well as the innocent. Only the Acoloytes were the exception this time... they had decided for vengeances sake, to find the killers of Pyro's girl. He let them be.
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Magneto had already heard earlier about Joanna from the news reports earlier. Pyro had gone to bed after hearing it... and the tendency in his team was to back off unless asked, so they all went to sleep. The letter changed things. Eric heard a crow. When he looked up, he saw a large black one clinging to the rafters. It cawed again, and flew down to Pyro's shoulder. Sabretooth looked dumbstruck, and didn't say anything other than "Wha..."
Pyro had a glazed look in his eyes, some of it from crying. His sanity, which used to hold on barely, was losing it's grip. She was his lifeline, his world. Then he felt something land on his shoulder. Turning his head, he was right on line with the crow's eyes. His face got hard, and angry. Sabretooth lost his dumbstruck look, and started backing away. "Flappy here told me that 5 bangs from one gun does not equal the exact number under the sun." Pyro grinned nastily. "Maybe I ought to learn some math."
Gambit looked at him then Magneto. "He's a fruit loop."
Magneto stared, and thought. "Something tells me that's not true this time."
Pyro looked up. "It's time to burn number one, and see what his chewy center looks like." He laughed crazily and got up.
"Need help?" Magneto asked, glaring at the rest of the team. They all hastily stood up and looked toward the crazy pyromaniac.
"Thanks mates. I might need it. Though Flappy seems to think I can heal from anything right now, and lift a few things." He laughed again. "Wonder if I can juggle ostriches." He started walking toward the spheres followed by the Acoloytes.
Magneto didn't like pain. And whatever it took to take Pyro's away, he would. Short of killing him. He was amusing to have around on bad days, and a great asset on good days. Annoying as heck most the time though. Eric just hoped Charles wouldn't decide to interfere like he usually did
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Carlos had separated from his companions after the robbery. The takings hadn't been much, but the last robbery still held them in good stead. He went to the grocery store and shopped. On his way home, he happened to look up and saw what looked like silver spheres flying overhead. Then he heard a "CAW". Looking around, he saw a crow on one of the light poles, staring at him. "Quit glaring at me you feathered freak." He said, laughing, then continued home.
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The spheres landed behind an abandoned building. The acoloytes got out, and then they all turned to Pyro. "His name is Carlos. He's this way." Pyro started walking toward the street, and turned right.
He was called many things in life. But the name he liked best was Skull Cowboy. He'd been the first Crow, yet he never really rested. Helping the others stay on track was his calling now, up to and including intervening occasionally if a living person tried to stop destiny. This would continue to hold true, even though the new Crow was still alive.
- - - - - - - - -
Charles woke up to a mental scream of anguish. It didn't last long enough for him to track, almost as if someone had put up shields. Magneto was probably at the center of it. He got into his wheelchair, and rolled toward Cerebro. On his way, a figure stepped into his path.
"Sorry Charley, this is one situation you don't have any authority over. Go back to sleep and forget it."
Xavier steepled his fingers, and stared at the person. The fact that he looked like a skeleton in Leather coat, black shirt, and leather pants, complete with a cowboy hat did not faze him. It was always possible that someone else had an image inducer after all. "Interesting. You are?" he asked, while trying to read the individual's mind.
"Scan away. You won't find anything. The dead don't need shields. By the way, tell feral guy behind me that he'll be an interesting addition to the Statue of Liberty's Torch." The cowboy grinned nastily."
At the same time that the fight between the X-men and the Skull Cowboy was taking place, the Brotherhood were sleeping in bed. Dead to the world, thanks to the knockout drugs that had been snuck into the feast that appeared magically before them. Skull Cowboy took his missions seriously, but at least he took care of the semi-innocent as well as the innocent. Only the Acoloytes were the exception this time... they had decided for vengeances sake, to find the killers of Pyro's girl. He let them be.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Magneto had already heard earlier about Joanna from the news reports earlier. Pyro had gone to bed after hearing it... and the tendency in his team was to back off unless asked, so they all went to sleep. The letter changed things. Eric heard a crow. When he looked up, he saw a large black one clinging to the rafters. It cawed again, and flew down to Pyro's shoulder. Sabretooth looked dumbstruck, and didn't say anything other than "Wha..."
Pyro had a glazed look in his eyes, some of it from crying. His sanity, which used to hold on barely, was losing it's grip. She was his lifeline, his world. Then he felt something land on his shoulder. Turning his head, he was right on line with the crow's eyes. His face got hard, and angry. Sabretooth lost his dumbstruck look, and started backing away. "Flappy here told me that 5 bangs from one gun does not equal the exact number under the sun." Pyro grinned nastily. "Maybe I ought to learn some math."
Gambit looked at him then Magneto. "He's a fruit loop."
Magneto stared, and thought. "Something tells me that's not true this time."
Pyro looked up. "It's time to burn number one, and see what his chewy center looks like." He laughed crazily and got up.
"Need help?" Magneto asked, glaring at the rest of the team. They all hastily stood up and looked toward the crazy pyromaniac.
"Thanks mates. I might need it. Though Flappy seems to think I can heal from anything right now, and lift a few things." He laughed again. "Wonder if I can juggle ostriches." He started walking toward the spheres followed by the Acoloytes.
Magneto didn't like pain. And whatever it took to take Pyro's away, he would. Short of killing him. He was amusing to have around on bad days, and a great asset on good days. Annoying as heck most the time though. Eric just hoped Charles wouldn't decide to interfere like he usually did
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Carlos had separated from his companions after the robbery. The takings hadn't been much, but the last robbery still held them in good stead. He went to the grocery store and shopped. On his way home, he happened to look up and saw what looked like silver spheres flying overhead. Then he heard a "CAW". Looking around, he saw a crow on one of the light poles, staring at him. "Quit glaring at me you feathered freak." He said, laughing, then continued home.
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The spheres landed behind an abandoned building. The acoloytes got out, and then they all turned to Pyro. "His name is Carlos. He's this way." Pyro started walking toward the street, and turned right.