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[i]A man whose only pain, is his bleeding heart.[/i]
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[right][b]Chicago, Illinois. 1240HRS Local Time[/b]
[sub]Brief guest appearance of [@Blue Demon] as Ivy[/sub][/right]

[color=00a99d]"What are you..."[/color] He turned to look out the broken window, the flashing lights visible now. He ignored the fact she was somehow coercing information out of the woman and ran for the back door. It wouldn't do good for him to be caught at two crime scenes in one day. yes the woman may talk about his appearance but thankfully he had several rock hard alibis who weren't mutants, and were ready just in case of a situation like this. All he had to do was get a couple of blocks away from the crime scene first. Though this would be the last he himself was looking for Susan, an incident and being accused of being involved in another case... if he were to somehow to be tangled up in a third no matter what his alibi was he would likely see some time in Rykers or some other facility designed to hold people with abilities.

Turning into another alley he paused leaning against a wall for a second. Concentrating he hit what he often referred to as a mental switch, his skin softening and returning to it's [i]'normal'[/i] or at the very least [i]'original'[/i] form. Walking out of the alley into the street nobody paid him a second glance. It was kind of pleasant, at times he wished this was all who he was. Piotr Rasputin, a kind and gentle artist. He could travel the world and paint scenes that he could barely describe. Though he would always fight with two lives since registration became law. [color=00a99d][b]Colossus[/b][/color] was part of him, the living weapon. Mutation had a cruel sense of humour it would seem, where his mutation would see him a deciding factor in most fights. A suit of armour impenetrable to most conventional weapons, the living contradiction.

He hunched as he walked, head low facing the pavement. The mutant registration act had affected them all, it was final confirmation for people all over the world that mutants and [i]the mutant threat[/i] was real. When a new superhero made their big debut, they got cheers. Posters, fans. Yet someone who was born with abilities, had no choice in the matter. Was feared. His cellphone rang, taking the old Stark Tech flip phone out of his pocket he lifted it to his ear.

[color=00a99d][b]"Da?"[/b][/color]

[color=c4df9b]"Piotr I need you at the mansion as soon as possible."[/color]

[color=00a99d][b]"What is wrong Professor?"[/b][/color]

[color=c4df9b]"It's the brotherhood."[/color]

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[i]Now beginning:[/i]

[center][color=00a99d][h3]C O L O S S U S[/h3][/color]
[sub][b]COLD  WAR[/b][/sub][/center]