[h2][color=bfb5f1][center]Robert Linden[/center][/color][/h2]
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[color=#FF5733]"Yes, I was over at the explanation, however it isn't surprising that there was no one there, there aren't enough people to have someone there all the time, and as of this moment, no, everything seems structurally sound at the moment."[/color] Magneto replied to him. Well, he didn't seem angry at him, that was a good start. As Guin decided to, dismantle not specifically his plan, but a dumbed down and stupid version of his plan. He simply sat and patiently listened to her. Yes he realized that the movie trope of "Excuse me, does this rag smell like Chloroform to you?" wasn't entirely realistic, but as he had said in his plan, Chloroform was the general gas anaesthetic used in medical procedures for a good reason. Very quickly renderng the patient unconscious. It wouldn't take too long to rig something up, it was mostly just changing the air intermix ratio in Life Support in a specific area, say a confined area, maybe one of the smaller rooms they could lure him to, then they could keep him bottled up in until he went to sleep. The Major weak point of the plan was less the gas and getting him to the specific place then needed him. But as he had said, setting up the plan relied entirely on Pietro on using that super speed to grab him stuff and set it up and from the sounds of things, that was completely out of the window. He grunted. He sat back silently as everyone became 100% convinced that a wild bum-rush was the only answer. He smiled as he remembered back in the day when he thought exactly as they did. 17ish years old when he had a death wish and was the first person to voice his [i]"Let's just take his head off. Last one alive is a pussy!"[/i] mentality. But he had priorities now. He looked over at Magneto again. First priority was keeping that man as far away from Earth and Humanity as he could. Partly because he had proven too many times he couldn't be trusted to let the nature of natural evolution take its course, but mainly... He feared that Jasmine had a little too much of her mother in her... That man could NEVER be allowed to get his claws into his daughters mind. Fill her with the idea that the only way this could end is with one big, decisive battle between Homo Sapien and Homo Superior. That was the reason for M. The only way this battle was going to be avoided. Magneto had to leave and never come back. As they began assigning jobs, Rob sighed.

[color=bfb5f1]"Attack Pattern: Suicide, my favourite... I'll give a pre-apology in case i accidentally absorb anyone's eyes out of their head."[/color] He groaned, preparing himself mentally for when they left. Suddenly, the walls began to rattle. "Ummm, Eric?" He asked, looking around... No if Eric was doing it, his Wheelchair would also be affected "Ummm... Eric?" He asked again, this less accusatorily and more questioning if his weird "Sight beyond sight" thing could tell what was going on. He grunted, he hadn't had enough time to rest, but hopefully it had bought him enough time. He suspected that end-game was about to happen. Falling backwards as he re-absorbed his Wheel-chair he lay for a second, re-alligning all of the absorbed molocules and his skin turning to metal, his spine reconnecting. He pulled himself back to his feet. He looked at Magneto [color=bfb5f1]"Whatever happens, M NEEDS to survive."[/color] This place was the last, best hope for peace. At that point he was thrown against the bulkhead in a blast of rainbow flames. Some days he missed the X-Men life, but it was at times like this when he had been punched, electrocuted, barbacued and now barbaqued again that he didn't... He got to his feet again. [color=bfb5f1]"What in the name of the sweet baby jesus was that?"[/color] He was unburned, aluminium skin was always a good thing for quick bursts of flame and being slammed against a bulkhead. While the others were looking around for their friends, he was more concerned with the rest of the station. [color=bfb5f1]"Sprinklers?"[/color] He asked out loud, as if commanding them to come on. Maybe they had been damaged by the burst. He had been staring at Magneto when the flames exploded him so he hadn't seen Max being the epicenter. He was about to try and rush off to one of the computer rooms, but as he saw the others were far more damaged than him. He walked over to Carolina "On your feet, lass, you're an X-Man and you've got a job to do." He had a quick feel over her to make sure nothing was broken. [color=bfb5f1]"You'll live, come on."[/color] He helped pull her to her feet just as that orange magical effect fell over them and Caroline would start to look a lot better. He looked over at Ed [color=bfb5f1]"And where's my healing?"[/color] He laughed a little. He then looked around to count off [color=bfb5f1]"Ummm... Aren't we 3 people down?"[/color]