#cybeam

[deweaponize-arc]

@cybeam, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍.

          ❝ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍? ❞ beneath the yellow and blue cowl, your lips morph into a straight line. all business / all new wolverine. not too long ago, you considered the walls of the x-mansion the closest thing to a home you had. but now, you view these walls with a sense of professionalism —– a sense of duty, change, and hope. the makings of a new hero. [or what you assumed to be the makings of one. the verdict was still in the air.] making your way further into the corridor, solemnity [or sleep depravity —– pick your poison] settles on your tongue. ❝ i hope this is something good, scott. I'M MISSING BREAKFAST WITH GABBY FOR THIS. ❞

[deweaponize-arc]

—–      𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 @cybeam :

          𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 —– glistening, dripping, red dotting the surface of each blade. you remember very little about the claws you were born with. the ones plucked from your skeleton and were coated in adamantium. DEADLIER, UGLIER, AND EVEN MORE ENHANCING. they had morphed you into a perfected predator / the ultimate killer. the metallic scent of blood still lingers in the air, continuing to ooze out of fallen corpses littering the ground. mostly from your own doing.

❝ i am, too. ❞ once cyclops walks into your field of vision, you turn your head —– the warehouse had fallen silent in the aftermath of the attack. the wind blows from the north —– a window is cracked upstairs; it's all you need to make out the scent of more purifiers. more than twenty, from what you can gather. an exasperated groan manages to crawl up your throat and escape; you begin making your way towards the back exit. ❝ more are approaching. ❞ peering out a frosty window, the illuminating lights of flashlights begin encroaching on the surrounding area. nothing you can't handle. you've dealt with worse. a haste plan is quickly hatched, your attention craning back to the x-force leader.

          ❝ if you distract from here, i can flank. i can kill them. ❞