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@xquickdrawx
“…this is a long shot, but would you go to comic con with me?”
“... Do I know you?”

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@xquickdrawx
multiple-universe:
@xquickdrawx
“…this is a long shot, but would you go to comic con with me?”
“... Do I know you?”
// Im starting a clean slate with this nerd so all current threads are dropped, like for a starter
There’s literally no point in finding the items on the list.
multiple-universe:
Francis shrugged, “I just met him. He was handing out flyers and I helped him pick them up. Then he had me follow him here.”
He paused, “You seem to know him, yes? It would be great if you could see if he was still here or if he just left me behind… in a strange place… I’ve only just met him, but that doesn’t sound like him.”
Squinting at Francis and looking the other direction, still not trusting him. If he was pulling an act, it was a great one, right down to the confusion and glazed look.
“I will call for him, but in the mean time you need to leave.” Readjusting his posture and look, he started to escort Francis towards the lobby, and out of the hallway. “I am not sure how you managed past the door clearly marked for employees, but you can stay in the lobby.”
I do not know what I was worried about, of course the MRA is illegal. No reason to go back to my safe country . . .
beezzzintheshed:
Sit-ins were not supposed to be fun. Beatrice had tried to explain this several times to the kids who worked with her: that playing on their cell phones or playing mobile games totally undercut the point, that they had to be at least a little disciplined about this, that there had to be a united front.
This was primarily why she was doing this alone.
She wasn’t the only protestor outside the capitol building but she was the only one with Mutants Advocacy sign which gave her some visibility. She planted her sign on the ground and leaned it against her shoulder. This also made a makeshift umbrella that shielded her against the sun’s rays which made the whole thing more tolerable.
She wasn’t one for speeches so she waited for anyone to approach.
@xquickdrawx
The Brotherhood had put a major cease and desist in their actions until they knew if the Mutant Registration Act had been passed or not. So Samiri was left to his own devices of anxiety over said decision, and not being distracted with anything was starting to grate on him. That is why he leaped out of bed when he read that somebody was taking direct action to the capitol building.
Unfortunately, he did not expect this.
Wearing jeans, a hoodie, shades, and a bandanna to cover his face, Samiri was dressed for action! For the protest! For the riots! Not ... Sitting around. He easily spied out the Mutant Advocacy sign and made his way over to Beatrice, and decided to intrude on her spot.
“This is your definition of direct action? A poster?” Putting his hands on his waist, he pressed on “How about we just tell Senator Kelly not to continue with his bill with a strongly worded letter? And attach a petition to it! I’m sure it will pack an even bigger punch.”
elbelloydescarado:
The young man was so serious, it really put a damper on Antonio’s mood. Why couldn’t there be any fun cute ones in the Brotherhood? They were all so moody and serious all the time! Nevertheless, he laughed and trotted along, walking in front of him. “We’re going together, silly! That’s what partners do! And if anything happens I’ll protect you,” he repeated, ignoring his worries about the night cleaners. If anything he could always shapeshift into a rat or some other distraction, speaking of which, he had to ask:
“So what’s your power? It might be helpful for me to know.”
Antonio had assumed everyone in the Brotherhood was a mutant. He had his fair share of biases against non-mutants after all the suffering they had caused mutants. So naturally, he loved his mutant community, even if they weren’t always the warmest people to be around. In the end, he knew they meant well, and they gave him the resources to continue working for mutant rights.
Following behind Antonio, keeping in pace and accepting that this was going to take much longer than planned. Shuffling along and rolling his eyes when Antonio vowed to protect him. He must have been a new member if he was this chipper on a covert operation into the building, hopefully this would not destroy such attitude.
“Uh-” He was thrown off by the inquiry of his powers (or lack thereof), and fumbled briefly before replying “I don’t technically have any.”
Even though it certainly made Samiri uncomfortable, at least the question was asked now instead of in the heat of battle or running from the opposition. The only problem that could arise now is Antonio possibly leaving him to the wolves out of lack of trust since he was only ushered in through nepotism. Shrugging off the question, and instead adopting a defensive attitude to squash any misconceptions.
“While I do not have one, I am skilled at marksmanship and my sister has powers so I will not turn my back on you. I have no need.” The best defense was a great offense, might as well make it clear. He had seen all the harm that had gone against his family members, he would never dream of acting poorly to someone for their mutant status.
As they got closer to the building, he stopped himself from walking too close. “The building will be covered in security cameras and crawling with guards. You should shift now if you do not want your face to be traccked after we breach the system.”
multiple-universe:
Francis wracked his brain for a moment, “yeah… let me think, what was it again…? uh…” He suddenly jumped as the name came to him, “ah, Antonio! That’s right. I was helping him and he told me to follow him this way and then poof! I’m lost in a government agency. Weird, right?”
An eyebrow raised as he listened to Francis ramble. Of course this was Antonio’s doing, just leading a total stranger into a government building. What was he trying to achieve by coming here.
“Right, weird...” He was still in a state of disbelief, but maybe he was a new brotherhood recruit. “And how do you know Antonio? I could see if he is still in the building.”
fsuper-speed-weed:
Oof, this guy was smarter than most. Well, Leon was always good at playing dumb good enough that sometimes he just straight up was dumb, and in the worst case scenario running away was always a viable option. Thank god for speed powers.
Leon deliberately chewed his mouthful of sandwich slowly and thoroughly before swallowing to say, “Dude, I just got here. Ask anyone around,” he gestured vaguely at the smattering of random people, “I walked in like a minute ago. How could I’ve stolen your sandwich? You sure you didn’t just drop yours somewhere?”
Unfortunately, Samiri felt unrelenting, especially when its his food that he needed to even function normally. Still not amused as he watched Leon eat his rightful lunch, he frowned and stiffened his posture in response.
“I don’t know how you did it. Nor do I care to know, but I want my sandwich back.” Rolling his eyes for added flare, “And I would know if I had ‘dropped’ my sandwich.”
Add on the impatient foot tapping akin to a middle-aged white woman wanting to talk to the manager about an expired coupon, and the aura of festering annoyance beamed from him.
multiple-universe:
“Have you seen a, uh… Spaniard-looking-guy around here? about yay tall” he gestured with his hand, “he was part of…” he decided not to say protesters to the government agent in front of him, “this group… and I was tagging along to help, but I lost him.”
@xquickdrawx
Stopping in his tracks and listening to the stranger looking for someone specific... Too specific. Squinting at the other one, not fully trusting the intentions at hand here, he replied reluctantly. If this was some rival group trying to take out one of the members, he needed to know.
“I can not say that I know who you are talking about, did you manage to catch a name?”
You have to be joking- I am leaving then and I will drag Mariam by the ear.
super-speed-weed:
@xquickdrawx
Leon tried to make himself look inconspicuous, standing around on his phone. He was only half paying attention though, as his true motive for the day was finding a target for yet another prank. Hey, a guy’s gotta entertain himself somehow.
His attention landed on a serious-looking guy about his height carrying a sandwich. Looked like he was headed for the nearby park. Perfect.
Pocketing his phone, Leon made a brief check for witnesses - there were some, but none of them were paying attention - before using his ability to nyoom to the guy, nab his sandwich, and come to a stop at the opposite entrance of the park. Leon took a moment to catch his breath, before making a show of strolling casually into the park, sandwich in hand, and plopping onto a bench to eat it.
It was never about the food, really. It tended to get all messed up when traveling at high speeds. But it was hilarious watching people try to figure out where their stuff had gone, and the grumpy looking ones were always the best.
Normally, Samiri would not eat while walking, but he was famished and was expecting another member of the Brotherhood to be meeting with him soon. Heading into the park near the capitol building, suitcase full of information, hand full of sandwich, and a stomach full of empty and making it through the entrance.
Heading to the meet-up point, suitcase full of information, hand full of empty- Pausing on the sidewalk, knowing that this was amiss to only moments ago, he glanced around where he was walking. Sandwich was clearly not on the ground, his confusion continued to see if maybe a bird snagged it, his gaze searching the benches this time. Trailing over the people in the park: a couple, a mother and her child, a guy eating a sandwich, a man smoking, and a-
Wait a minute.
Stomach grumbling in protest, his look shot back to the guy with the sandwich. This was probably someone who could teleport, so locked on his food, Samiri marched up to the man and flatly demanded “Give my sandwich back.”
elbelloydescarado:
@xquickdrawx
Yes, it was a mission. Yes, punctuality was supposed to be important. No, Antonio rarely took any of it seriously. It wasn’t like this mission was that important. There were no guns, no lives, no violence. It didn’t really matter if he took his sweet time or not, so that he did. All he had to do was steal some silly papers, right?
When he saw the silhouette of what he assumed to be his partner. Thinking it would be a great idea to surprise his new friend, Antonio did his best to tread lightly towards the other, succeeding when he was able to stand directly behind the short kid at the meet up point undetected.
“Hola~,” he beamed cheerfully, trying to not intimidate the child. He was obviously much smaller, more petite, so Antonio assumed that his partner had joined the Brotherhood as a young teen like he did, and instantly felt a protectiveness overcome him. “Soy El Salvaje,” he pointed at himself with a proud grin, wondering if the other had heard of his deeds in the mutant rights activism community.
“And who are you?,” he asked in a gentler voice, showing he meant no harm. “And don’t worry about the mission, you can follow my lead. If you’re scared, nothing will happen to you, te lo prometo!,”, he assured him with a wink and thumbs up.
Samiri was not the man to startle, jerking from the bench, facing the mysterious stranger, and pulling out his gun- Pulling out his other gun- Pulling out his knife- Pulling out his other knife- he dropped his arms to his side after searching his person for any type of weapon and coming up empty-handed. Forgetting that this mission could absolutely not involve weaponry as it was crucial to get into the building and weapons would just impede the journey.
Listening to the other treating him as if he were a frightened young animal pulled a frown on his face followed by a perplexed look. Quirking an eyebrow after the other had finished speaking, he replied “I am Quick Draw,” Sticking out his hand to greet the other officially, “And what do you mean I can ‘follow your lead’? Am I not escorting you into the building?”
After getting the formal greeting out of the way, Samiri flicked his wrist to check the time again and a sourpuss look followed. Putting the newspaper under his arm and his free arm resting on his hip in annoyance, he huffed “You’re late, at this rate the night cleaners are going to get there before us. And then we will have to wait until they leave.”
tempschrona:
I never said that the resentment or resistance should remain silent. I am just stating that they shouldn’t be violent about it and actually endanger lives. There has to be a peaceful way to handle all this. An acceptable solution to be found. I do not know what it is yet but escalating the situation and spreading fear on either side is not the way to go.
Then maybe the other side should stop escalating fear first for the other to do so. Action is better than waiting around anyways, I certainly do not want to wait around to see what will happen if this becomes law. I prefer taking the first move, especially when it comes to self-preservation.
dakotadeadmanwalking:
“Samiri,” the barista called and Dakota put his head closer to the radio to hear it over the name. Better than the idiot box.
‘Senator Kelly has likened the registration and tracking of ‘mutants’ to that of common-sense gun control measures: he stated that while mutants still have destructive powers that they cannot control, especially children, then Constitutional protections may not apply as these destructive powers make these people weapons and weapons do not have civil protections, only their owners–’
“Samiri,” the barista called again. Dakota snuck his hand out and turned the volume dial up a little.
‘…public outcry has prompted the Senator to go on the defensive as the ACLU and other civil rights organizations say that the inherent humanity of mutants must be recognized and that it breaks Constitutional law to categorize them as weapons. They accuse the Senator of trying to bring back slavery complete with humans owning other humans based off characteristics they were born with and cannot control. If the bill passes the House and the Senate then the Supreme Court is expected to intervene directly in this controversial issue.
However support from the bill grew ever since a devastating accident in Massachusetts where a 9 year old girl accidentally sucked all of the air out of her classroom putting 12 children and the 2 adults present in the hospital over Christmas. The 9 year old girl was the victim of bullying and her story has popularized the term “mutie” as a slur against those with extranormal abilities…’
“Samiri,” the barista hollered, more agitated this time and cutting off the news story. Dakota gritted his teeth. Nothing to do with me, he repeated.
‘…Senator Kelly has held up this incident as proof that even when an innocent child is involved their good intentions do not protect the people surrounding them. The three girls who bullied the mutant at the center of the incident were in critical condition for 2 months and it is believed they may have suffered permanent brain damage from the incident. For those who oppose the bill, not helping matters is the Brotherhood of Mutants who interrupted the late night broadcasts several weeks ago to–’
“Samiri!”
“Goddammit,” Dakota said and he stood up, seized the coffee cup and stormed over to the dark haired young man who had ordered it. He slammed it on the table and leaned into the man’s space. “Drink your coffee,” he said and stormed back to his seat by the radio.
‘…the Brotherhood has stated that they are preparing to increase their activity in response to the legal measures proposed by Senator Kelly. They warn the populace to stay away from crowded public spaces they plan to attack. The Brotherhood has caused millions of dollars in property damage and severely crippled and injured civilians in the past, and have said that if you are not with them then you are against them, and that this makes you a target like their political enemies…’
Engrossed in what information was pouring out of the television, Samiri with eyes wide open and only growing larger with every new bit of information. Engulfed in his own thoughts on top of that, thinking about if he and Mariam would return to Bahrain until this blows over or would she be too stubborn to stay. And while Samiri was relentless, he was soft in comparison to his sister so he could only imagine how the conversation would go. Then who knows what the hell Magneto would want to do besides throw a fit (for good reason.)
His racing thoughts were cut off by a patron cursing quite loudly then approaching him. Straightening up as the stranger sneered in his space, Samiri just matched with a face disgust and his gaze followed the other until he sat back down. Tuning into the radio instead, the palm of his hand kneading into his forehead listening to what his allegiance was up to. Grumbling out a little louder than he expected, “Of course we are planning to increase activity...”
@elbelloydescarado
The sun was setting, and Samiri was on a bench in the park near the Capitol building, reading a newspaper as one does to look busy. He and another member of the Brotherhood were tasked with gathering information from said building. Since Samiri was practically human, he was the best spy for the group, so he was situated with a part-time job in the government for ease of access. However, he did not have all the keys to the kingdom as he did not have top secret clearance. It made him wonder why Viktor was not asked to go into the building and do it himself, but he chalked it up that he was strictly information gathering.
The only information he had been given was who he was working with, and what they were searching for. They were there to get a list of all the known mutants, and remove them from the database if possible, and if they could do anything extra would be a bonus. Samiri’s job was to get him and El Salvaje into the building undetected, which would be easy since the other was a shape-shifter. Then he would stand watch while El Salvaje worked on the computer, then provide the escape. All easy, no way to mess it up.
Waiting on the agreed upon meet-up point, he did not know who to expect (or what if he was using his ability). Checking his watch every so often, before folding the paper and being startled by the sudden presence of who he could assume to be El Salvaje.
"It's impressive of how someone with such short stature can get so angry."
“First, I am average height for where I come from.”
“Second, what the hell does that mean?” [ He’s not actually mad dw. ]
metallicheskiy:
Only average? Everyone as angry as you as well? [he’s laughing. this is totally how you greet your friend, totally]
It means you’re short and angry.
Yes, average. Not short, not tall, average. [ Just proving his point ]
I am neither of those things. You’re more angry than me.