#krakoa stuff

[omegaqquire]

Quire felt the new paint smell once again disappear and replaced with a sickly decaying smell. He found himself in some sewers.  And Quire would be damned if he didn’t find these particular tunnels familiar .It wasn’t until he and the three others with him passed through several  turns that Quentin finally got what was bugging him. These were the Morlock tunnels. But they were empty. This must have been soon after the Morlocks agreed to helping start up a life on Krakoa.

      “No one is here” Quentin heard Michael saying with his mouth. “But I think I see a trail that will lead us to them.”   They then trailed Michael as his many eyes allowed him to follow the invisible track. 

   Quentin suddenly found himself back in the driver seat of his body.  Manifesting an exit Quire stomped out back to Michaels headspace.  The new paint smell by now familiar enough not to be noted. Just as he was about to psychically knock out Michaels lights when he noticed a pamphlet laid upon the ground.    “How the hell did I manage to not notice the instruction manual to this headcase?” He rolled his eyes and kicked it aside. However when it landed open the title of the chapter was too much to look pass.      

The Haller protocol:. 

   “Haller. David Haller? the profs kid?”  Picking it up he read the first few words aloud  “’in the event of sighting David Haller all other objectives will lose priority as all attempts of obtaining any genetic media in orde- GUh!”    Quires head exploded in pain as everything around him imploded and Quentin found himself looking up at Beast and Professor Xavier discussing his fate. THe thoughts rushing through his mind faster than his synapses could recover from firing off. He felt the thoughts of everyone around him bombard him with psionic energy that only amped up his faster than light brain.    Quentin remembered what this was. This was the moment before his secondary mutation spurred by his addiction to Kick effectively killed him. Burning his body up in order to feed the blinding light engulfing his mind.       “What if the real enemy... Was inside.. All along.”    Then Xorn was over him blathering something too slow for Quire to comprehend it then finally. Bliss nothingness and everything at once. The bigger rooms. The pain was gone and the silence welcoming. Maybe the memory ending will give Quire the focus needed to get out of Michaels head.  

  Giving it a shot Quentin tried to jump out when Quires head exploded in pain as everything around him imploded and Quentin found himself looking up at Beast and Professor Xavier discussing his fate. The thoughts rushing through his mind faster than his synapses could recover from firing off. He felt the thoughts of everyone around him bombard him with psionic energy that only amped up his faster than light brain.   

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    As Quentin mentally shared as much as Michael needed to know he looked around the headspace around him. There was something weird as soon as he got in and he wasn’t sure what. Everything inside felt real and organic and the surface thoughts he saw were all genuine but something didn’t feel right. It was almost like that new house smell complete with painted walls and fresh carpets.  It didn’t feel lived in yet. 

     Quentin remembered adult Cyclops mentioning hooks in the minds of their students so he got to work looking. He of course had no real idea what to look for in here. Quire hasn’t even attempted the most basic Telepathic Therapy while in school. But he was sure this would come naturally to him as many things ended up doing. This doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be careful in all this. Upgrading to a pump shot-gun he started to explore mind the of Michael.

      Then almost as if its always been there Quentin noticed a door where he was looking just seconds before.  Walking through to the other side he found himself inside a ugly lit hallway lined with endless domed looking windows.  

     As he strolled down the hallway gun in hands he tried to peer into the first window he came across but to no luck. They were all glazed. This continued for what felt like a quarter mile before Quire found an opened Dome. Behind the window was what looked like some kind of cell. Inside was an open book.       “puh-lease if you think I am falling for this bush league bullsh-” Quentin’s crowing was cut short by the cell suddenly extending forward and snatching him as it sped through the hall way after closing the window with a screaming Quire inside.        After a few seconds Quentin slowly righted himself up the cell kept zooming down the suddenly very tight seeming hallway. After several unsucessful attempts to break free from the cell Quire found he was missing his psionic gun. He tried to manifest his shotgun again but could barely put out enough energy to keep his pistol up.     “Well shit.” 

   It was as soon as he finished that the cell suddenly broke out into a brightly lit room with at least two dozen spheres just like the one he was in.        “Ah you’ve finally arrived Michael! How wonderful of you to join the rest of us. Today is a very special day indeed! Your very first outing! Aren’t you all excited? of course you are.”

    Quentin looked at the source of the dramatic greeting and found his self staring at a large silhouette of Mr. Sinister, even with the comically large doctor mask and head mirror.    “Yes doctor.” Wait. Did those words come from Quires mouth? He didn’t that. “I am very excited to go on our outing.”

    Quentin tried looking around the room to see what was going around but found himself unable to. But yet even still he was able to see all around him in panoramic view. Stranger still he had no issues being able to see this way.   ‘Okay Quentin calm down. it doesn’t take a genius to figure this out.This isn’t a trap. its a memory you are just here for the ride.’

  “Good. But before you can go out and play. You are going to forget everything about this place and me, Sinister. “      Quentin suddenly saw nothing but red as he felt Michael struggle instinctively against the mental assault but Sinister easily shrugged off this attempt and everything went black.    Then blinding light as Michael/ Quentin awoke on a decrepit looking but sturdy raft with three other teens also waking up. Just on the Horizon Quire could see the small but lush island of Krakoa.   Then it just ended and Quentin found him self back in the new house smelling headspace of Michael.  He found his shotgun in his hand like it never left.In front of him a new door. With an overdramtic sigh Quire opened the door and pushed onward.    

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    Waiting for others to do what he wanted to was never going to happen. He is almost certain Emma Frost knew this when she told  Quentin to wait for the X-men to collect samples and hear from them to report back.  Laughable.   

     This all started ten days ago when four new visitors showed up on the island. Obviously, trying to set up a mutant nation, this is no problem. But the timing was too close to sightings of Mr. Sinister or his clones and the Island of Krakoa was already in Quasi-Lockdown. Another hiccup in them joining was the very obvious mutant abilities that resembled former class and teammates which fit  Essex’s M.O. too well/ After hours of scrambling online to contact anyone he thought could be affected and found the X-men recently picked up twenty five subjects just like the new four on the island. 

  After some back and forth adult Hank McCoy was able to find out these new refugees not only had one mutant donor but two. Quire went to Emma asking her for help to dive into the mind of the leader of the four new mutants, Michael. Frost warned that it was too risky and that they should wait for the X-men to find out for themselves.    Well they come tomorrow and Quentin was sure as hell not going to wait that long. Making his way to the shacks of the newcomers he was surprised when he saw Michael outside strolling by his self along the beach.    

 “Hey eyelad!” Quentin shouted.

Michael narrowed the dozen sets of eyes that were currently visible. “I am not going by that, Kid Omega. We’ve said we don’t need codenames we just want to stay here and rest.”

“Sure but how many Michaels show up on this island before you decide you need to stand out? That’s not important! I need you to come with me real quick I have something to ask you.” Michaels half formed reply was interrupted by Quire grabbing his by the arm and dragging him towards the jungle. “Ouch my eye!”  In less than five minutes Quentin was sure they were far enough from anyone to hear any ruckus and Krakoas Macro Anti-Bodies were as usual ignoring them. He turned to Michael.  

   “Listen. In twelve hours the X-men are coming to collect a sample of your D.N.A. Maybe other cultures too, who knows. So that means I have Eleven hours and thirty minutes to figure out what part of you is really you and what part of you is really Mr Sinister. You in?” Michael blinked in bemusement. “I don’t understand half of what you’re talking about. Who’s Mr.-” “I’ll explain it to you once I’m in. Give you the whole picture in a second flat. But you gotta tell me you’re down first.” After a second of thought Michael nodded. “Alright. But after this we can still stay here right?”  “Yeah man jeez of course. Don ’t be so freakin dramatic we aren’t voting you off the island. Oh and you need to trust me. This won’t hurt a bit.”  Quentin then manifested his psionic pistol and shot him in the forehead.